Schrodinger's Cat

On the first of the four tracks here, New Zealand experimental musician David A. Edwards spins out these dry verbal expositions of descriptive details in rhythmic and purely compulsive floods, while behind his NZ accented narrative various bloops, noodles and skittering musical sounds are smeared around the canvas. Almost poetry, but often more like verbal textures rather than a focus on the words themselves. His speaking delivery seem purposely emotionless. The second is an instrumental folkish thing that devolves into a battle between squids wearing black rubber raincoats. The third track is sung and perhaps the most "normal" moment here, witha meandering songlike structure and more compulsive verbiage. The fourth and final is almost 24 minutes of narration, swooping bass notes walking through the darkness, clattering spastic percussion, as the words seem to merge film noir dialog with surreal beat poetic train of consciousness.