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hentai :: toy factory :: vital

if you look at the album artwork to the right, you're going to get a better impression of what this album sounds like than i am going to be able to give you. with a title like "toy factory" and tracks like "dead teddy bear dormitory" and "insane puppet asylum", you pretty much have a sense of what you're getting anyway.

there is something innately creepy about toys, particularly those which have past their prime. the child's play franchise, as well as the new film dead silence are testimony to this. but attempts to exploit this intrinsic creepiness are often done in a schlocky, juvenile way. this one isn't. in fact, the execution is almost flawless, marrying electronic pulses with disembodied samples that nicely ape the lonely sighs of rusted components and damaged heads as the wind blows through an abandoned toy factory.

to my ear, the closest sonic reference points are nightmare lodge at their most sweetly psychotic, as well as the chill of cassette-era die form. there is also a certain resemblance to jouissance's brilliant sunlight penetrates the crown, both in the percolating rhythms and the just human enough to be disturbing sampling.

i'm often in the habit of lamenting that there aren't any new, original, interesting acts these days. i love being wrong.

Comments

David said…
I ordered the same album, just got it yesterday.

I managed to scare the shit out of my superintendent with it when he popped by yesterday.

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