December 2000 Archives

Another impressive jazz album from the North Carolina band.

There’s really no way for me to accurately convey just how disappointing this film was.

Jim Kelly returns in this inane followup to 1974’s Black Belt Jones.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a movie that has filled me with so much wonder.

An uneventful mix made up of mostly boring and pointless tracks.

The best way to enjoy this disk is not really so much as a Low record, but as a relatively well-done compilation of electronic and ambient music.

Anyone who considers themselves a fan of World Serpent, Projekt, Cold Meat, or other similar labels would do themselves well to find a copy.

Sounds like a Fugazi clone with a horn player and a strange sort of intensity that got lost in the translation.

You’re left with an EP that sounds like nothing more than a bar band covering old ’80s classics.

This album represents what Hip Hop can be when a focused artist is given the right amount of time and space.

So for all you cats whose Portishead tapes popped as a result of repeated listens, slide this in and you won’t miss a beat.

While it may be hip to be unknown and trendy to record for an independent label, you still have to make good music.

This music is spirit glorified.

Pure contemplative magic.

The whole disk is nice and airy, never a dissonant note for too long.

There’s so much more substance here than anything produced by the average person alone in a basement doing electronically reconstructed jazz.

A disturbing movie because we expect to see innocence and childhood, but instead find corruption and sin.

While all of the songs are electronic in nature, they avoid falling into the normal trappings of your average dancehall fare.