Prisms collide with Klaus Schultze on this pixelated tape from London’s
Andrew Nixon, and a VHS aurora borealis concentrates, penetrates, and
dissipates all listeners at a molecular level. I’m writing this review now
through thought synapses captured by my computer in the nanoseconds before I
became part of the universe.
Extreme Ultimate is the name of the label. Extreme ultimate is the sensation
of cosmic power one gets while listening to this tape. Before one is
obliterated of course.
Nixon’s synths pulse and oscillate, drone and hover, and gaze out into
vast expanse of space and time. The compositions ruminate on our place within
existence, and brim with nostalgia. They venerate Science and Discovery, and
see the future, which is great beyond our limited imaginations.
If I had to choose (and I don’t, they just strike me), “Habitual Arp
Worship” and “The Car” are simply excellent. John Carpenter meets Vangelis, and
all the other synth soundtrack masters. Superb.
--Ryan Masteller