― maura, Tuesday, 6 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Michael Bourke, Tuesday, 6 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Clarke B., Tuesday, 6 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 7 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 7 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― george, Friday, 9 March 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
― Anna Rose, Friday, 24 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
Nope. Bland.
― Ernest, Friday, 24 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
― dyson, Friday, 24 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
The vinyl record arrived from Forced Exposure without a cover, just the record tucked inside a white sleeve. It's easily the most beautiful colored vinyl I've ever seen, this black, brown and gold computer-looking grid that takes up all the space, including the area where the label is supposed to be.
On the vinyl are a series of letters and numbers which, I think, indicate something about the tracks on the record. Handwritten on the paper sleeve are letters and numbers that correspond with those on the vinyl, with signitures next to them. Some are in Chinese, others are in a language I can't make out (Hebrew?) There is no indication of who is on this thing or what they are doing, though I think these mysterious codes are supposed to offer some sort of clue.
More than half the music on the compilation is nothing more than a single click repeated for 2 or 3 minutes at a time, the others are pretty much just random computer noise. Some of it is kind of "interesting" I guess, but nothing there to make you want to pull it out again.
I find this record completely baffling.
― Mark, Friday, 24 May 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago) link