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Tracklist


1 Dinoflagellate Blooms DVD 2:12:27
2Struck6:16
3A Plastic Island In The Pacific7:36
4Hydrofrack2:36
5Kinaesthesia8:47
6 Dinoflagellate Blooms CD
7Vika4:22
8Ten Ton Shadow4:00
9The Perfect Patsy5:30
10Anabiosis8:42
11Hoarse Platitudes0:23
12Cryogenics
Harp [Autoharp], Piano [Piano Strings] – Kenny Wollesen
3:18
13Krzystl10:12

Credits


  • Artwork [Art Direction]Heung-Heung Chin
  • Composed By, Producer, Recorded By, PerformerJG Thirlwell
  • Design [Sleeve]JG Thirlwell
  • Mastered ByScott Hull (tracks: 1-1 to 1-11)
  • Mixed By, Mastered ByPaul Geluso (tracks: DVD)

Notes


Recorded & mixed at Self Immolation Studios (Brooklyn, NY).
Tracks 5 & 7 composed at LinckeTon (Berlin, Germany).
DVD mixed & mastered at Harvestworks.

Packaged in tri-fold carton wallet.
Initial copies came with a signed sticker.

Barcodes


  • Matrix / Runout (CD): ATOZM53260CD/B S1
  • Mastering SID Code (CD+DVD ): IFPI LM07
  • Matrix / Runout (DVD): ATOZM53260DVD/B DVDS1
  • Mould SID Code (DVD): IFPI F934

Companies


  • Recorded At – Self Immolation Studios
  • Mixed At – Self Immolation Studios
  • Mixed At – Harvestworks
  • Mastered At – Harvestworks

Video


Manorexia - Dinoflagellate Blooms MP3 FLAC
Performer: Manorexia
Genre: Electronic / Rock
Title: Dinoflagellate Blooms
Country: US
Released: Jun 2011
Style: Abstract, Musique Concrète, Avantgarde, Experimental
MP3 album: 2852 mb
FLAC album: 1471 mb
Rating: 4.0
Votes: 954
Source: CD, Album DVD
№ Cat: ect ents 034CD, ect ents 034DVD
Label: Ectopic Ents

Hulbine
Dinoflagellate blooms could be defined as"contemporary adult" post industrial music. A music that has a maturity that suits for more advanced and profound context and intellectual public.

Listening the album one can easily recognize its foundational sources and find out the natural process of aural development that JG Thirlwell has experienced to arrive to a complex creation such as this. If Foetus clearly distinguishes the power angst driven force of his creation then that is here, but muddled down to the structure of an orchestral dimension with certain Stockhousen appeal and at the same time the clangour of a more incandescent and metallic Prokofiev. "Dinoflagellate blooms" can be sided with modern post industrial orchestral types such as Skrol or Aghiatrias, thus equalling compositional abilities and forms of creation for Vladimir Hirsch.
This speaks volumes of JG Thirlwell current moment.

On the other side Steroid Maximus also appears here in the pervaded deconstruction ism present in the work. From pieces like the skelletical form and fragile "Cryogenics" that serves as intro and show us Thirlwell in its most humane and perishable condition, webbing filigranes of discordant notes amidst a tense atmosphere to the electrically charged decomposition of "Krzystyl" in where we can inply how electricity can be musical or at least bring some associations and ignite some sentiments.

The album is emotive and combustible, outbursts a plétora of gigantic sensations and a frightening atmosphere. The orchestral clangour is often a brutal contrast with the extremely subtle delicacies of sound and atmospherics, take "Anabiosis" and especially "Ten ton shadow" as exemplars.

What truly impresses me is how the work never appeals to the cliche of genres or the vademecum of typical effects. Instrumental to the core, sound recordings and minimal effects. How every detail finds place to be and not just randomly appears. How it doesn't intend to sound dark or create a link with certain genre. Yet it preserves the drama of industrial rock, the deepness of dark ambient, the disjointed nature of a speculative jazz, the bombast of orchestral religion.

Pieces like "A plastic island in the pacific", "Hoarse platitudes" "Kinaesthesia" and "Struck" suscintly submerges the listener in a vague atmosphere that is both dream, delerium and the brutal vicinity of reality.

If you heard the praise about this album, then it is true. It is a great thing. Thirlwell has surpassed his fame.
Alsanadar
Many many years have passed since JG Thirlwell released any new work as Manorexia. This project exploded in a one-two knock out combination of albums: 'Volvox Turbo' and 'The Radiolarian Ooze'. A re-imagining of some of the tracks from these albums was issued last year in the form of 'The Mesopelagic Waters', it gave some tantalizing clues as to where this project was headed but it only gave hints. Now that 'Dinoflagellate Blooms' has been released (and has also been in sole control of my stereo), it is as though the curtain it lurked behind was not really concealing anything but rather giving shape to an ominous, near omnipotent overture. Richly detailed and ornate almost to a fault, this is an album no serious set of ears should be without.

The details: Thirlwell has written, produced and engineered everything on here, including a 5.1 DVD audio version of the entire record for those of you who want to hear the nuances at a sub-atomic level. There are menacing interludes of static, bombast driven cathedrals of superbly mangled melodies and as he's never one to do things by half-measures: generous servings of almost convulsing vocal samples. Manorexia on this new release are the sound of one's mind coming loose at the stem and then beating against the inner wall of the skull demanding to get out. You tell me how it was that such arrangements came from one man's mind and I'll thank you for it because as it stands now, I'm just blown away at how perfectly integrated everything is on 'Dinoflagellate Blooms'. Nothing is placed in any of these tracks accidentally, not even the phone line going dead in the song "Krzystl". All of these snarling currents work towards a common goal: that of totally commandeering your conscious, waking mind.

It gets even wilder once you quit engaging that frontal lobe and let the subconscious take control. At this resolution, a nightmare world presents itself for your inspection. This isn't the serialized film-noire influenced style he's done as Steroid Maximus or with his soundtrack work for the Venture Brothers. Rather, this is low hanging, acrid industrial offal in the air choking the breath out of your lungs. The sort of atmosphere that cannot sustain life and in which, just maybe, new ways of existing might be revealed. One man's nimble, peering flashlight illuminating the jagged, clawing maw of an abyss which has no beginning and no end. Deep deep down in the depths we fall and even if it crushes us completely, the view on the way will have been worth it, I don't think such a beautiful study of the darker regions of the mind has yet been captured by anyone else. This is an absolutely divine meditation on the subsumed instincts which we in civilization have been conditioned to suppress.

For every small gap in the line of synapses, there is a shadow of what waits to become the bridge over which the neurons flow and 'Dinoflagellate Blooms' is the home to these magnificent creatures. A horrific, near pitch black land of perpetual nadir to some, but a luminous light beckoning like a siren's song in the night to me. JG Thirlwell is to be commended for allowing such a stream of subversive creativity to flow through him; this is a much more organically based record but incisive and relentless like a Crocodile's teeth rending and tearing away at the flesh of their victim until the bones are ground to the consistency of shattered glass on a marble floor.