| 'SOUNDS FROM THE ISLAND OF DANCE EP' BY PHANTOM:RUCSAK P:R CD 00.01 MAR 1999 SYNOPSIS: the rucsak swings in greyscale, starting three ideas in close SUCCESSION and standing back while the train-wreck concludes. he HURRIEDLY approaches and sticks sparklers in the soft mud, in the distance a landslide. there is the thinnest line of light between the slabs and bolts, to glimpse an embossed serial number on the perimeter of a gilded joint before the ground opens. rucsak's concrete jungle is massive, but it's possible to FEEL each angle, ruptured, stickle-bricks in engine-oil. like a jaw, unexpectedly dislocated on roughcast lintel rucsak's beats split into shards under DIRE bass-pressure, re-configuring into the shapes every GAUNT drum and bass LACKEY promises but NEVER deliverS. is it possible that a sunday joint has turned to ball-bearings on the very plate? |