FERRARO, JAMES ~ BODY FUSION 1 ~ cdr (new age / summer headrush)
third installment in a new series of releases from ferraro, part of his summer headrush 2009 series vision. inspired by “visualisations that came to mind while receiving self-induced hypocapnia or as it’s commonly called ‘free fall’, the albums being representative of the free fall head space.” body fusion 1 presents a themed suite with track titles like “shemale”, “pregnant air”, “angel alien” and “species within” that takes off in multitopia’s transformative worlds-within-worlds style. cut-up throughout with pitch-shift sonic reassignments of she-males and transvestite phone sex lines that promise “fantasy fulfilment 24/7″ the music feels like an attempt to mint a form of holy/devotional reverie directed towards the celebration of the gatekeepers of the most primal, transformational sexual urges, with lap-dancing clubs, peep shows, strip bars and chatlines re-imagined as temples to the lifeforce. featuring some of james’s darkest transits, the music is built around huge organ drones that build to the kind of otherwordly ascensions of popol vuh’s “vuh” over which he drops in huge crashes of percussion and eerie music box melodies. – volcanic tongue.
FERRARO, JAMES ~ BODY FUSION 1 ~ cdr (new age / summer headrush)
FERRARO, JAMES ~ BODY FUSION 1 ~ cdr (new age / summer headrush)
third installment in a new series of releases from ferraro, part of his summer headrush 2009 series vision. inspired by “visualisations that came to mind while receiving self-induced hypocapnia or as it’s commonly called ‘free fall’, the albums being representative of the free fall head space.” body fusion 1 presents a themed suite with track titles like “shemale”, “pregnant air”, “angel alien” and “species within” that takes off in multitopia’s transformative worlds-within-worlds style. cut-up throughout with pitch-shift sonic reassignments of she-males and transvestite phone sex lines that promise “fantasy fulfilment 24/7″ the music feels like an attempt to mint a form of holy/devotional reverie directed towards the celebration of the gatekeepers of the most primal, transformational sexual urges, with lap-dancing clubs, peep shows, strip bars and chatlines re-imagined as temples to the lifeforce. featuring some of james’s darkest transits, the music is built around huge organ drones that build to the kind of otherwordly ascensions of popol vuh’s “vuh” over which he drops in huge crashes of percussion and eerie music box melodies. – volcanic tongue.