Alpha Drone

There is a problem with reviewing this CD. In fact there are many problems, or say, strange parameters that one has to adopt to to fully understand what is, or is not happening here. For starters, this music is created to be just what it is and not more. You will not find any at all insight to anything by listening to Alpha Drone. Alpha Drone exists for the sole purpose of existing. There are no gimmicks involved, no values, no any at all impressions that have to be made, other then the impression of intimidation. Another aspect that hovers like a heavy grey mist over the atmosphere of this CD is the incredible force that stands behind it which can be described as a concentrated form of nihilistic energy flowing like a stream in a valley. Physically speaking, the water molecules have potential energy that is transformed into kinetic energy, simply because that is their temporal purpose. In a similar manner, the music on this album is the result of a random occurrence of the right alignment of molecules in the right time. Just by listening to this you confirm the aforementioned statements in several ways.

To be confronted with such a nihilistic force is compelling and arousing at the same time. Similar to the death of tragedy, a certain fury is unleashed against everything that is socratic and rational in our self-defined reality. There is no message to be presented here, nothing that should teach or inform. This is music for individuals who have taken this one little step farther from apathy, to a direction of action, the maximizing of their potential, even though the materialistic parameters are low-set on this one. With the only luxury of a cheap 40 euro "made in China" guitar, a non existent bass, a computer microphone and respectively an onboard soundcard with the aid of digital distortion, John Gill did a very good job in pushing his ideas onto something concrete, to share with other lost and alienated minds and although the sound is utterly thin at times, the basic idea remains and conserves itself, only to fester onto the listener like a disease.

By taking a closer look at your surroundings you can easily comprehend that the cyclic nature of matter and everything else our senses allow us to perceive leaves us fading away in a grand gas cloud of nothing from which everything became and eventually ends. There is no direction, since it all leads to the same result. This fatal interpretation of everything is captured beauteously on this recording, since it shows that no matter what you dig into out of curiosity, it has no effect on anything, since the apparent nature of beings is to behave in a manner that still is a mystery to me. Be it psychological, biological or whatever concept you take to explain the constant fluctuation in man's behavior, there are no rules to adhere by. There is no logic, there is only anti-logic in a soup of matter with variating energy exchange. Theozoology is such a religious and philosophical concept developed by Dr. Jörg Lanz von Liebenfels whose explanation would go beyond the scope of this review. The madness of this concept is captured by this record, unleashing a constant stream of hate for everything that we have to endure.

The music is very fuzzy with constant annoying thin sounding parts, which would do a lot better with certain equipment (what was used here can not be described as adequate equipment for the intellectual developing of this music). It is really a shame that everything we know and anything that we are so sure about is merely an illusion, but that way we can focus on anything that stimulates our brains just enough to make our curiosity go on and take control. This is the place this music takes you to. There is no why and what here, there exists only the how, only the manner in which this is produced. The raspy tormented and very authentic vocals express more than one can imagine. They burn through the music with a vengeance, capturing a feeling that will give you hours and hours of painful cephalic stimulation. With a variety of song length that ranges between four and fifteen minutes expand the perception of time and lead to a liquidation of certain thought threads. The album collides by its own mass, only to become a black hole, sucking you inside. The energy the supernova generates through this explosion transcends any and all concepts, such as the one presented here, so there is no need for coping, since there is no deeper explanation to this. For example the artwork is a slightly rendered version of the "Thule society", which was an antisemitic organization with very weird ideas about origin and such, leading to the great emotional and romantic impact nazism later made on the world.

It's a pity that this album could have been much more with the right kind of equipment, but nevertheless the beginning of something powerful is being witnessed here. Something that will shine very bright for a very short time. Something that will be forgotten very quickly. But that is the beauty of it all. This is the shape of a burning (non)existence, pouring its antipathy through liquefied music.

(TMO and MA on 30.01.2010)