TIME MACHINES

This sounds like a U.S. experimental weapons Lab in the 1950's where unfortunate victims were forced to listen to mind-crushingly extreme tones in an attempt to make them confess to Communist plots and schemes.

Despite its nice digipack presentation along with a bunch of chemical synthesis square stickers, this is a tedious and turgid album.

For a start - what on earth are you supposed to do with these individual and separate self adhesive things? They're pointless - just an add on absurdity. It's not as if they even have any artistic value. I don't know about you but a small blue circle in a yellow square does not make me jump up and down with glee. This particular sticker with its 'Telepathine' worded message around the border means to 'aid and facilitate telepathic communication among tribal members'. Bah!

Each of the four drones represents a certain hallucinogenic chemical which, believe it or not, should induce 'Time Travel'. Main man John Balance said that this album was tested over and over again in an attempt to dissolve time. What on earth can you make of such strange statements? God knows... I'm stumped. It wouldn't be so bad if there was some semblance of tune. Unfortunately there's none. Just constant electronic groaning and moaning- the kind of noises you hear in your head when full of the flu and lying sick in bed. Maybe I need to pump myself full of hallucinogenic chemicals in order to understand their way of thinking.

I'm told this sounds fantastic if listened to on headphones. Right now I don't have the will to even lift my glass of gin and orange to my mouth, never mind scrambling about for a set of bloody headphones.

This is a very dark and sombre album. Extremely minimalist, with the intention of altering the human perception of reality. If you play one track in a loop, you'll either time travel, as Coil intended or go completely mental - like me. Aarrgh!