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Tinkertoy - Electric Wilderness

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Tinkertoy - Electric Wilderness

Tinkertoy - Electric Wilderness

Noise Factory

Anyone thinking about releasing an album desinged to evoke a mood should have a listen to this first to hear how to get it right. The title cut sets the mood with Asian woodwind sounds entwined with what sounds like an entire marsh's worth of nature. This prologue segues less than three minutes later into the dark, pulsing rhythms of "Fifty-Two Incorporated," clicking and rattling along like some madly pumping handcar from the netherworld, descending finally into unsettling chimes. Next up is "Bassalin," another brooding piece that might stand as a warning to keep clear of a woodland path once's the sun's gone down. That worn bit of earth between gnarled branches and mossy roots might lead to a naked, windswept hilltop, the setting for "The Outdoor Silence," a track that belies its name with drawn out mournful chords and metallic echoes that traverse the skull from one ear to the other. Next, there's a bit of bounce to "Editing Our Connection," the longest song on the disc at just over eight minutes, perfect for driving through the earliest part of the dawn before the sun actually rises.

As that happens, "1999" becomes the fitting title for a slightly fractured and wistful piece full of echo-laden guitar and scratchy percussion instead of some coldly technical invocation of the future the latest fin de siècle seemed to bring. Next, "The River Carries Us Away" on a slow series of struck notes, rather like the chiming of a cathedral clock heard across the same marsh we traveled along at the beginning of our journey. The alternation of tempos continues with "Here and There," another twisting ride full of the same metallic reverberation found in "The Outdoor Silence," an experience that requires the immersion of a premium automobile sound system or high end headphones to fully appreciate. Lastly, our journey takes us to "Pinpin's Flower Shop," the visual contents of which must surely lack reds, yellows and any other warm tones that might comfort the eye. Only the palest greens and most somber blues await here amidst the mourning electronic throats at the last outpost of the Electric Wilderness.

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