Such a stark, raw, and deep vision. With an intensely abstract pallet of sounds, the mysterious Dobson paints the births of a series of mythical figures from a stark and fierce other land, entwined with and emerging from the more extreme reaches of our own. For those who are undaunted by abstraction that more often denies sensual pleasure than feeds it, this tape is a deep deep quarry.
Facilitating glimpses of forms that leer back at you from just beyond the limits of the human, Dobson exemplifies the spiritual medium to a depth and with a power that, hyperbole aside, frightens me.
The minimal linguistic framework implied in the cassette notes feels like either the table of contents from a serial killer's diary, or chapters from a new ineffable and powerful gospel. "The Slain Gods," "The Twins Emerging," "The Mother." And in this context even those elements that are familiar heavy symbols "The Virgin," "The Holy Ghost," you discover are newly foreign, startlingly unknown. All of it emerges as something decisively arcane, menacing, true. I begin to fear for my sanity. What is this? What is inside of me? Were you always there?
Still, I feel I'm merely scratching the surface of this tape. Twisting collapsing steel, distant fires in the night, arcing buzzes of electricity, howling desert whirlwinds of bells, obsolete machine power scouring barren landscapes, hell, new unfathomed spirits. For me, this tape is opening doors. Words just don't do. If you, intrepid traveler, are willing to discover strange and unsettling things hidden in your self and you're lucky enough to chance upon a copy of this tape, it's worth what they're asking.
Extremely special.
-- Devin Brown
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