Till the End of Dream
Mysterious and occasionally obscurist. That’s really the only thing I’m sure of after many hours spent with this strange CD. I suppose if I was to situate this in some sort of universe, it would be one at least a few light-years near the one(s) inhabited by Jandek and the Sun City Girls.
The first time listening to the record is the best, because you never know what’s going to happen next. And if you don’t like what you’re listening to at the moment, wait about a minute, and it’ll change (most of the songs are one and a half to two minutes long.)
Till the End of the Dream has a lovely super lo-fi bedroom primitivism that makes it really endearing, but for reasons I can’t explain. When it’s not distorted beyond recognition, Tobari has a really pleasant voice that’s well complimented by Casio keyboard meanderings, and acoustic guitar (“6,” the only thing that identifies tracks here is their number and timing). However, most of the time, he twists his voice into guttural growls.
It’s still hard to say anything really conclusive about this thing, other than “the artwork is really pretty,” and that it’s dedicated to Kobo Abe.
Poon Village, http://www.forcedexposure.com/labels/poon.village.html