There is something very odd about the sound of this woman's voice. Is that a German[*] accent maybe? It's a very low voice, too. I mean, she might be a tenor. The accompaniment is a clean electric guitar sound with support from flute and a few strings. The melodies are packed full of perfect 4th and 5th intervals, which is fine in context but when that's _all_ you do it's a fucking ballache to listen to.
There's something else about that voice, too. It's ever so slightly out of tune. Not enough in tune to be quirky and not enough out to be Marc Almond but right there in the middle of a zone I like to call "oh, for fuck's sake".
I am presently in the middle of an 8 minute assault on my resolve as a pacifist called "It Was A Pleasure Thing". Nothing could be further from the truth. This expressionless and slightly flat man's voice, ineptly stumbles around over the earlier tracks but at least you could hear what she was going for. Now that the experimental bollocks has started, we descend into harmonic anarchy. Feedback, which I'm sure is supposed to be "atmospheric", from the guitar teams up with the vocal, which I'm sure if transcribed by Terry Pratchett, would appear in upper case. The two coalesce to form an instrument of sonic torture so inhumane they wouldn't even use it in Guantanimo.
Title track. Another one over 7 minutes. Oh god I want to beat her face in with a brick and stick that flute up her arse. Fucking horrible noise: skip to the very end of the track and listen to the last note. Why did the engineer not demand another take? You can't fix a paucity of talent in the mix.
Next track - oh good, same key. There is absolutely no phrasing, no variation in tone whatsoever. This has got to be some kind of practical joke. Not even the most sinister nepotism or sexual harassment could explain the presence of this musical torpor in recording history.
I say only 5 minutes to the end of the album but I am almost in tears. Each succeeding note is cutting through my chest now and drawing grimaces from my face usually reserved for watching the Walking Dead.
Oh please. PLEASE make it stop.
* - Apparently, she is German.
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