irr. app. (ext.) - Dust Pincher Appliances (Crouton, 1997 (2003 reissue))

1 A Body Rendered Disjecta Membra Through The Application Of Dust Pincher Appliances 7:28
2 Antiantedelirationatal Music Box 3:02
3 A Distended Particular 4:19
4 Subsequent To Dust Pincher Appliances: A) Breath Listing Towards Eternity; B) Bones Rattling Around Oblivion 11:11
5 Desist In Ceasing To Cease To Exist 12:39
6 Wracking The Carcass For Residue 5:03
7 Narcoinvitatorintraphasieschatological Music Box 6:11

Crouton is ridiculously excited to announce this CD release from irr. app. (ext.). Dust Pincher Appliances was originally released in 1998 in a shorter, alternate form, via a now impossible to find 10” vinyl on Something Weird Records, Iceland. This CD edition on Crouton reveals different versions of the original recordings, as well as three tracks not present on the 10” edition. Some might say that anything graphic artist, sound artist, and writer Matt Waldron produces is peculiar, and his work as irr. app. (ext.) is no exception. Each minute of these startlingly Dadaist compositions reveals unexpected surprises. The instrumentation, who knows? A bit of everything really, except the standard ones. However, the style is not a mess, but rather an obsessively scrutinized audio story, aural painting, or sound experience, which is quite devastating to take in.

Waldron began this recording project in 1991, and has eight records under this name (although most were not publicly released). Some will recognize his name as the one co-responsible for the recent Nurse With Wound CD, “Chance Meeting of a Defective Tape Machine and Migrane” on the United Dairies label. He has also worked with the likes of Stillupsteypa and Coil, and has created scores for numerous Butoh performances in California. His graphic art, which is similarly as intriguing as his sound work, has also found its way into NWW territory, particularly on the cover of their CDs “Automating Volume 1 and 2.” Elsewhere, his visual work has been exhibited in various galleries throughout California, as well as in the pages of Bananafish Magazine. Furthermore, Waldron also was co-founder of the Oneiromantic Ambiguity Collective, a writing & performance group active since 1998. Each of Waldron’s talents in graphics, sound, and writing, can be witnessed in this fine release.
Crouton

In 1690, John Locke said: "Time is to duration as place is to expansion, and whoever pursues his own thoughts, will find them sometimes launch out beyond the extent of body, into the infinity of space or expansion; the idea whereof is distinct and separate from body and all other things." irr.app.(ext.) says: "Herein, which is the structurelessness of insignificance, possibility is given a reign of manifestation no longer limited by the constraints of possibility, the which can be considered the body."

What is the way to achieve this structurelessness? This expansion of possibility transcending the body? Why, by subverting your structure into disjecta membra (scattered remains) by the application of Dust Pincher Appliances. The album is the answer to this derationalized notion. The album is a means of achieving voluntary bodily dissolution: the cremation of thought. A series of anti-logical Dada lessons in how to descend the staircase nude without distending your particulars, Dust Pincher Appliances coagulates the diaphanous sounds that emanate, narcotized, from the "antiantedelirationatal music box". Against and before the delirium that logically develops from birth. Cover artwork: Jim Woodring meets Mark Ryden meets Antonin Artaud. A morbidly humorous performance of psychic surgery, the prelude to the Dance of the Tutuguri. Case in point: track four, part b) "bones rattling around oblivion." A shake of the shaman's medicine stick, a juju-needle in your eye, the blood-ooze of the dog star message worming its way around your cerebral cortex. Primal and clinical. Passionate and detached. Track one is vacuumed particles - the Mad Wall-drones that, sucked from your carpet, inhabit your body. Plucked strings inherit your fears, swirling around in a cloud of eraser dust and pencil shavings. Muted and mutable, they are the particulated sounds of dread and debacle being sucked out of the atmosphere and into your vibrating center, so you can no longer hide from irrational devices that whirl and intoxicate.

We are dealing with Irrational Applications of Extreme science. The sound is a bag of sterilized filth, an opportunity for the average human being to display his affection for detritus of the lowest order; a chance communion with all of the scattered effluvia, excretia and aspirated vomit sloughed off in a lifetime of sin. Will you turn away again in disgust, reaching for the toilet plunger, enforcing your corporeal irrelevance? Or will you instead face your foul legacy, and learn to be its equal? Track five: "desist in ceasing to exist," a double negative polarized to repolarize the polar icecaps that strain, crack and break at the influx of echoing underground chambers full of HAARP mindscrapes and digital flushes of modulated brain crimes. A distinctly emotive piece full of hurt and headache. Finally, the culling comes in the form of "wracking the carcass for residue," an industrial throb of obsolescence that entrances as it perplexes. Industrial = IN DUST, a TRIAL = i.e., a baptism achieved through grime. The readymade music boxes of track seven have all the telltale heart of a tale told in part only, and as I slide into this cold wormhole occupied by the hyperstring-membrane, the secret exit tunnel out of a vast abandoned atomsmasher, I know that I must return. I think I lost my contact in there, and out here, I've lost all contact.
Brainwashed

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