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Frizzly, fizzly rhythms and sputtering cymbalism course through Lips Of Her Mentor And Henna Adorner, behind which a female's Arabic chanting is barely heard.
A moody drone, sporadic beats and scattered sounds lend a sense of danger to Ornaments Inside Yussefs Souvenir Lock-Up, which eventually overtaken by the encroaching rhythm of Jerez Innermost Brothel; its buzzily bouncy opening theme abruptly cuts away to swelter in ominous near-silence; not to worry, the groove returns.
A mysterious, droning vibe and ethnoeffects flow amongst the tiny, constantly pattering drum'n'bass style e-beats of Tangier Box (8:45).
With only slight grungification, Camel Turning The Well Wheel rolls metallic strings, hovering synth, and steady rhythmication into a tasty morsel.
More d'n'b beats are served up at the Cafe Saf Saf Orange, washed down with a slurry background of hypnotic ripples, Morse Code blips, and random clatter.
American Flag in Gaza raises the bar on intensive buzz and groove, with a bit of interwoven flute strands and determined ethnobeats. Gritty Urdu An Arabik sizzles with a bass pulse and drumbeats that have been distorted into almost-micro sounds. Further audio havoc is wreaked upon Souk Of Perfume Cellars and Marrakesh Flyswot; besides overdosing on static, the tracks also gets cut up, dropped out and hit with wildly varying sound levels. Dense shifty, noise (and ghosts of the previous track) flows through No Words from Taslima Nasreen (1:52), a cross between a mechanical rumble and strangely aquatic ripples.
More weirdness ensues with the initially beatless mass of Khost Travel Document, a darkly spiraling miasma injected with layers of grunge, various electronic effects and altered sound sources. The main theme of Jerez Innermost Brothel resurfaces momentarily as do various loungey/classical piano/strings bits.
Wanky effects bend and twist the notes of Dar Ben Abdullah Merchant which are topped with sybilant cymbal crashes
Closing piece Harrakat-Ur-Ansar, Speak For Us returns to firmer Muslimgauze territory, where ethnodrums are thoroughly beaten, Middle Eastern instrumentation wails and the whole shebang receives dub-style treatments... which after a short pause, are distorted even more.
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