BLOTTED SCIENCE: The Animation of ... (EP 2011)

This makes as much sense as the music!

 The only part obvious about Blotted Science's music is the notion that it is incredibly complex, and as such becomes more of a natural wonder or disaster occurring by the typhoons of serendipity, more climate, insect or asteroid than human. In fact, few things have ever seemed as inhuman as this EP (or the previous, full-length The Machinations of Dementia (2007), and that is not a complaint, but an observation of the visceral and massively crucial part of the cfreative process and artfulness - where none would be perceived - of those who do, indeed, machinate their music. A syncopated, divine - or absolutely Satanic - oscillation, flickering by the trainload through the railway of your ears.

Blotted Science is the brainchild of WATCHTOWER's enfant absurd, the tech-metal renaissance man, Ron Jarzombek. He is the only performer in metal who is perhaps TOO AMAZING to get an awestruck fan base of  kids and amateurs who slaver about good guitar-playing for the wrong reasons, pretending to love the art of expression but only suckling shadows of what they can copy or use as eyelids. This is an extremely potent presentation of a sound we have generally heard described as far back as Jarzombek's "solo" records, under his name and apparently by sole credit, like the 2002 album "Solitarily Speaking of Theoretical Confinement" - the closest this mirror-hall shardstorm auteur has come to a "classic".

But in truth the mannerism and musicality do not allow for such things as favourite songs, albums, or comprehension. They can be shallow entertainment for my love of freaky things beyond my wildest personal disciplines; or enjoyed as deep, hard vivisections of the personality of technical metal. There are no hooks, no flotation device to make you understand, or remember, or recognize what is in essence a BRUTE show of perseverant effect. In a chaos of countertonality and precision, steeply avoiding melody, squares of structure or even indeed repetition of anything but its perpetual motion, it takes my highest praise to describe Ron Jarzombek's mastery. 


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