Broken Spear’s “Truth Pieces” is an alien artifact.
It comes from a planet where all surfaces are white and sheer and metallic, cut
with pulsing teal light. Everything moves in a rhythmic harmony, the world’s humanoid
inhabitants part of an endless cycle of interconnectedness. But instead of the
cold pulses of modern electronic and techno, “Truth Pieces” is warm and alive,
not populated by machines but by real living, breathing entities. If, in fact,
those entities do in fact “breathe” like I’m thinking of.
Shimmery pop invades, post-chill future visions of “contemporary
ecology” (ahem, to borrow a track title), zero-magnetic interference. “My
So-Called Life”-wave. The machinery is evident and constantly working. Broken
Spear transports all listeners to all places at once. Sensory input, sensory
overload.
Trill Mah seems to be the lone human dropped in the
middle of all this, rapping her ass off as her senses are bombarded. Maybe she
can help us find a way off this planet.
--Ryan