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Tim Harbeson’s debut as Fence Kitchen is a collection of recordings that originally accompanied both marionette and dance performances. Eerie and sly, these songs could just as easily be coming from the cracked windows of a carnival fun house.
Silbur Records is reissuing some remastered versions of old Lycia records. I don't think I would have had the taste for them in the mid '90s, and the intervening decade and extra knob-twiddling hasn't changed that.
You can either be wowed by the fact that this is his first piano/vocal LP in a series of 54 LPs, or by the fact that this is one of the outstanding releases of the year; this should be a compulsory listen either way. It’s unfortunate that the Jandek myth has swollen to such a ridiculous size that it’s coming between people wanting to hear the music. Those cranky elitist fucks that obsess over their reclusive prodigious artist are going to shit the bed over this double CD.
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His most relevant work in what seems like ages, Gerald Simpson's latest matches the feverish vitality of the early acid house era without resorting to Vibertian schtick or pure retro reproduction.