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| | Arthur Russell - World of Echo - Review - Stylus Magazine |
 | | Russell had commented that "in outer space you can't take your drums—you take your mind," and the half-dreams contained on the record are informed strongly by rhythm, but a subtle, internal rhythm that verges closer to a celestial synchronicity rather than the sweaty, pelvic bombast of the dance floor. |
 | | It sounds often as if Russell is improvising, a child meandering down the road after school singing aimlessly and without haste, each shuffling step disappearing behind him in a distorted swirl, each pebble kicked producing another metallic, reverberant knock. |
 | | In the end, Russell's exploration created Yet Another Green World, a warm, intoxicating landscape of hologram trees, vaguely sweet-smelling chemical fogs, unrecognizable shadows flinching in the periphery of vision, and rustling bushes of glass, all contained under imperceptibly pulsing constellations of frequencies in a vacuumed-out sky of static wind—a world only available to brave alone. |
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