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    as published on the addntox list ... Add N to (X) - Avant Hard. released april 19 on Mute..... Review by ASCOT (Ascot@addntox.com) BARRY 7 s CONTRAPTION Like a
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      Add N to (X) - Avant Hard. released april 19 on Mute.....

      Review by ASCOT (Ascot@...)

      BARRY 7's CONTRAPTION

      Like a disgruntled and overly friendly circus owner, Barry 7 plots the
      unthickening dissolution of the mathematical tree forest by unleashing
      his belgian transistor maintenance scheme. His mind can be heard fizzing
      and popping as his outline is lost forever.

      ROBOT NEW YORK
      Bloomingdales, lacy's, and the turn-of-the-century brass garibaldi
      biscuit factory are raided by simplistic meccano contraptions in the
      disguise of high class robots. they pull off an assault of flattering
      intestinal fortitude, egged on by the magnificent pulsing of an
      electrical zither.

      SKILLS

      KNOWING that his machine is a blustering harbinger of destruction, a tiny
      silver clamped machine flexes it's most intricate radiophonic muscles,
      and announces at timely intervals his overpoweringly obvious trait, that
      of 'skills'.

      STEVE'S GOING TO SHOW HIMSELF WHO'S BOSS

      wailing, mewling and prowling up the stairs into his post-op 2 diemsional
      bedroom, the minute surgeon steve screams for his parents in a rage the
      likes of which everyone has seen at least once or twice. DADDY DADDY
      MUMMY MUMMY DADDY he mimes,as the hysterical laughter of the sopwith
      jukebox prepares him for his punishing bout of self duplication.

      FYUZ

      an oversexed pam ayres is gang banged by hordes of cloth eared
      synthesized upper class little chefs whilst listening to a suicide gig.

      BUCKMINSTER FULLER

      the monkey shotgun blasting pipes of pan spew out their haunting looping
      rhythm, whilst steve constructs a perfect geodesic dome of vocodic
      luxury, reaching into the air like an awesome pile of haystacks in a
      needle's head, accompanied by the velvety gilded rhythms of the massed
      marching drum machines.

      REVENGE OF THE BLACK REGENT

      melancholy and vaguely upset by the irrepressable din of his wife fucking
      the servants deep in the basement, the black regent dons his leather
      coated chocolate earmuffs in a fit of hatred and together with his
      lieutenant, pens a tune of startingly elaborate content, pausing a while
      to allow the strict percussion of his staid and whimsical mind to
      percolate, only for them to be crushed by the realization that there is
      no past or future. Meanwhile his wife sings a lilting ballad as she
      reaches crescendos of illogical overpowering pride.

      METAL FINGERS IN MY BODY

      descending from the sky, just above the plastic countryside, an oversexed
      robot has to be reset by it's unbelievably badly drawn mistress, before
      the arrival of george back home. A disdainful yes sir at best, george
      asks about his wife's activities, to which she can openly reply "metal
      fingers in my body".

      ANN's EVEREADY EQUESTRIAN

      like an unsteady shockwave rider, RIPPING THROUGH THE MILE LOW SOUND
      CENTROBE, ANN MOUNTS her flame horse generator in a fit of serious
      unabashed apprehension and joyful regret. This is the perfect
      demonstration of the inevitable conclusion, that the future that will
      never happen is only geater invention in response to greater extremes.
      the wild eyed moogrogues cannot handle this disgustingly plain fact and
      tear at their velvet masks in ecstatic denial, as the the eveready
      equestrian heads towards the analogue past at breakneck speed.

      OH YEAH, OH NO

      oh fuck.oh my god, oh well.the brass band of broken moths strike up a
      free jazz accompaniment to ascots bloody minded indecision-making.

      MACHINE IS BORED WITH LOVE

      Ennio morricone and serge gainsbourg start fighting uncontrollably in a
      tiny french cafe and the whistling fury of their punching reverberates
      enough to attract wasps....alone in the corner of this hexagonal garlic
      crusher of a bar, the lovelorn robot synthesises a phenominal audio
      effect which crash lands him into a flailing mass of wah wah rainbow
      tears.

      The cd ends with the terrifying childrens ITV crackpot inventor, barry 7,
      deep in his laboratory, melding screaming binatone transistor radios into
      unholy mutant harps. a systematic and ultimately doomed practice.

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