I had to suppress my hatred of shape-CDs and my distaste for artistswho name themselves mockingly after other artists in order to give thisdisc its proper due. I had expected another insubstantialpost-Pluderphonics parody fest. Instead I got one very substantialnoise piece that, at 20 minutes, never wears out its welcome and evenbears repeating. Playback Device is turntable music recorded live atMego hangout Bar Rhiz this February. The most prominent sounds in thepiece are distorted or already painfully noisy records in the processof deceleration, spaced by heavily cut-up and layered human screams. Tothis intimidating background, Empire adds bits of laughing, childrentalking, punk-ish German singing, creaking door sounds, and hummingmotor noise. Submerged breakbeats, death metal guitar, and ten secondsof bouncy dub all enter the mix. Empire is on his toes for theduration, constantly throwing new records into the mix and bringing themass to precarious stops. Though the piece never gets boring and ismore likely to send the listener into his or her own screaming fit, itdoes have a few highpoints. The first is the rather enlightening momentwhen one voice (perhaps Empire's own) rises above the fray to yell"Fuck You" a dozen times, and the second is the track's closingsection. At around 19 minutes the noise drops out, replaced by atwisted, naïvely-styled ditty with a vocalist intent on communicatinghow happy his life was until his mommy and daddy were murdered inAuschwitz. Playback Deviceends with this singer, whose gruff voice sounds live from behind thedecks, screaming "Nazis!" repeatedly. And I thought it was going to befunny! All things considered, this disc is still more pleasant thansome Mego fair, and certainly less intellectual, a good thing (justthis once). Read More
