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+ Svalastog - Woodwork
+ Tim Hecker - Harmony In Ultraviolet
+ Rosy Parlane - Jessamine
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+ Múm - Peel Session
+ Deloris - Ten Lives
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+ Badly Drawn Boy - Born In The U.K.
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+ The Places - Songs For Creeps
+ Camille - Le Fil
+ Wolf Eyes - Human Animal
+ Christina Carter - Electrice
+ The Decemberists - The Crane Wife
+ Junior Boys - So This Is Goodbye
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+ Rafael Toral - Space
+ Bob Dylan - Modern Times
+ Excepter - Alternation
+ Chris Thile - How To Grow A Woman From The Ground
+ Brad Mehldau - Live in Japan
+ M Ward - Post-War
+ Various Artists - Touch 25
+ The Mountain Goats - Get Lonely
+ The White Birch - Come Up For Air
+ Camera Obscura - Let's Get Out of This Country
+ Coachwhips - Double Death
+ Various Artists - Tibetan And Bhutanese Instrumental And Folk Music, Volume 2
+ Giuseppe Ielasi - Giuseppe Ielasi
+ Cex - Actual Fucking
+ Sufjan Stevens - The Avalanche
+ Leafcutter John - The Forest And The Sea
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+ Barbara Morgenstern - The Grass Is Always Greener
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+ Oakley Hall - Second Guessing
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+ The Court & Spark - Hearts
+ TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain
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+ Jenny Wilson - Love And Youth
+ Asobi Seksu - Citrus
+ Marsen Jules - Les Fleurs
+ The Moore Brothers - Murdered By The Moore Brothers
+ Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope
+ The 1900s - Plume Delivery EP
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+ Function - The Secret Miracle Fountain
+ Sonic Youth - Rather Ripped
+ Loscil - Plume
+ Boris - Pink
+ Deadboy And The Elephantmen - We Are Night Sky
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+ Calexico - Garden Ruin (Review #2)
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+ The Flaming Lips - At War With The Mystics
+ The Glass Family - Sleep Inside This Wheel
+ Various Artists - Songs For Sixty Five Roses
+ The Fiery Furnaces - Bitter Tea
+ Motorpsycho - Black Hole/Blank Canvas
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Out Of Breach (Manchester's Revenge)

The night Maurice Fulton met his second wife, life with Denise finally stopped haunting him, stopped lingering, those mournful piano chords ringing in his ears since a broken heart drove him all the way to Brighton (the starchy suburb by Melbourne's bayside, not the English coastal town where Matt Elliott's never been), finally fading to fade-out, all that melancholy that'd consumed him engulfed by a whole new set of sentiments stirred up upon meeting his Very Own Yoko Ono. Since then, Mo's ditched such sadness for Mu's much madness, bedding down in a bizarre jamboree with Mutsumi Kanamori, their musical nuptials a mad-hatte(re)d tea party not recommended for the gin-sipping bitches of members-only establishments. Fulton's fulsome array of monikers — Syclops, Stress, Basement Boys, Eddie and the Eggs — once cast him as a don dishing up the percussive house with but an undercurrent of beat-breaking strangeness. But here he throws himself full-tilt into such (strangeness), following the irrepressible, uninhibited idiocy of his partner in crime, throwing his house bounce in a blender — along with "punk funk" party-starters (Mo-Mo having banged-the-gong/tonked-the-cowbell for the exclaiming eagerness of the egotistical/already-passe !!! dudes), disco-not-disco handclappers, proto-electro minimalismo, blood-lipped free-jazz fist-ups, and Blechdomist scatology — and leaving the lid off. Sending the obliterated fragments of its ingredients out like so many musical splatters, Mu puts the spastic in spastickated, lurching through rhythms that buzz with intermittently animated life like lifeless limbs twitching from a mild electric current, the electricity here being the domesticated chemistry between the boy-who-met-girl and the girl-who-emancipated-him. But, to paint Mutsumi as mere muse is amiss, the titular Mu of this duo being her, really; Fulton is just going along for the ride on her wild ride, the girlie-show girl doing a Peaches-gone-performance-art punk-rock shtick, all electroshock shock-tactics, that seems at once archetypal and idiosyncratic, using her insistent, individual personality to just play into and up to too many predictable clichés. She may show me love for Luke Jenner and, uh, Michael Jackson, but for the most Mutsumi is as angry as a hip-hopper with beef: offering a depressing amount of cringeworthy swearing; kicking off the disc with a cut called "Haters" (my single least-favorite term/concept in the history of humanity; I can just imagine Hitler calling all those protesting Heebs a bunch of Haters, then telling all the Playas at his Third Reich rally to "put their hands in the air"); and endlessly slagging off Tigersushi boss Charles Hagelsteen (see: "Tigerbastard," "So Week People," "I'm Coming to Get You," "Like a Little Bitch)," who, we're to guess, screwed Mu over when releasing their first record. Much of this dreary lyricism will be seen as English-as-a-second-language charm by so many — and the album's lyric sheets, which put forth all the spelling-mistake-riddled broken English with pride, seem to be of the same belief. But loving that about this disc is like so much faint praise at best, and a pernicious kind of cultural condescension at worst.

by Anthony Carew

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