I have had my fair share of experimental music and then some. I am not here denouncing this work for lack of trying or understanding. I am denouncing it for its lack of trying. This is not some deconstruction of form or play at conventions, this is merely lack thereof. This is lazy and incurious work, where Lambkin not only fails to communicate meaning or aim, but seemingly lacks the interest to develop one. None of the contents, nor liner notes, nor publisher's promotional texts, nor Lambkin's own words carry a deeper story beyond breaking of norms. This is tepid nothingness, gargling and slithering in confusion at its own being.
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