With Stars co-release Desert Dances being such a saccharine snoozefest, you'd rightly probably be wary of this one too. Well, there's an ounce of justice in that, as the introductory segment is noodly timewasting. One would never guess this Morris Pert is the same Morris Pert who produced such cool material with a number of progrock, blues, and rock ensembles, but it's the case. He's also composed for large-scale orchestral works through BBC commissions though not a jot of that shows here either. The dumb-ass promo sheet calls this electronically celestial music "violence, semi-tamed". Oh please. Over here in the States, we have truth-in-advertising laws…or…we did until our Mad Monkey King coup d'etated his way into office behind a criminal cabal as infamous as any fascist state Earth…
Wait a minute, I'm getting off the track, aren't I? Well, starting out this CD has that effect on you. The whole is much better than Desert Dances but doesn't start up until ten minutes of zippy clippy claptrap has poked by (Spica), allowing Zavijava (the thesaurus was on the blink that day, I guess) to create a pleasing antiphony of avant-garde noisery. From that point, you're safe, adrift in a gulfstream of Magellanic clatter and efflorescing space dust. Pert was wise to keep airily non-rhythmic on the release, and that virtue shapes the disc to get better and better. In fact, the sheer non-linear skew of the entire thing makes me begin to regret some of the cynicality I just laid down…almost. Music of Stars isn't what one expects or hopes for from Pert at all but, that aside, the opus cycle is authentically exploratory, surprising for its geospatial bas reliefs, sound sculptures that could easily invest a planetarium with appropriately spooky means. The CD would've been a smash on the old dodgy Synkronos label alongside Chuck van Zyl's once-marvelous work, but Chuck became infatuated with prog starfucking, turned to musical sugar marketing, New Aged his radio gig, and now material like this has no secure alpha base anywhere because Buckyball material it's not, though they're distributing it anyway. (Hmmm, now that I think on it, having drawn the analogue, Desert Dances will have a good home on van Zyl's Star's End, or whatever the hell it's called, airwaves.)
Nonetheless, what we have here is an enticing entry in the intergalactic furniture music catalogue. It should be checked out for that singular trait. Edgar Froese sorta went in this direction early on, after Tangerine Dream's establishing first shots, and was much beloved for it, fans lamenting the loss ever since. Now they have no excuse to continue their plaint, this is most definitely close enough, and the rest of us have to contemplate what that means. Maybe, after all, this is precisely what the guy should be doing? Hard to say, but check out his old and obscure Luminos / Chromosphere / 4 Japanese Verses release on the Chantry Recordings label (good luck tracking down a copy), listen in on his many sessioneering dates, butt all that up against this, and see what you come up with.
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