Yet another headache for the fuzzy librarian in me; Ayankoko!!! strikes me as an unclassifiable artist from where I'm sitting, and if I had to be precise in my assessment of his work I would fail miserably, for how can a man be exact when trying to describe a river of lava free-flowing its way through someone's subconscious carpark and wildly twisting and turning everything that stands in its path? Concrete... improvisational... electronics... collage. See? Wild blurs and melted metamorphoses may be fine for a Bacon painting but I can't use that strategy to tag Stereosexline (though blurs and metamorphoses are key elements here). For all its concrete and collage qualities however, there is no single straight line separating one substance from the next. This is more of a glutinous, quivering mass... like an acephalous dust bunny drowning in a sea of jell-o. But don't let that scare you off from a mighty fine musical experience, Ayankoko!!! has a great ear for tone and texture, and his sense of structure and logic, however stream of consciousness it may be, is in fact strong as an ox... or strong enough to kill an ox with one single blow to the head. An acephalous ox, mind you.

Eduardo Padilla

Control

Patience

Sex

Confusion

Out

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