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This is the album that shepherded me into the rolling knolls of Vinyl Hunters Valley. This is because it causes the most mysterious synaptic firings within my squishy grey matter. Makes my temples swell with a pleasing uneasiness. Causes mysterious pockets within my loins to quake and flutter. 

It's my HEAD, Schwartz, it's MY HEAD!

OK, so basically I have no idea what it does to me but I’m certain it transmits some sort of ultrasonic frequency that says, “GO ON EBAY AND BUY A TURNTABLE RIGHT NOW. NOT LATER, NOW. TURN OFF COPS, YOU’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE, GUY, BUY ONE NOW.” So I did and never looked back. 

Despite the fact that I love, love, love this album I’ve been avoiding reviewing it here because it’s difficult to capture the essence with letters. Most stereoponies love to saddle the “Trip Hop” label onto this album but that does it no justice whatsoever. That term conjures the visions of hippies listening to hip hop, smoking a big J and spouting, “whoa man this rap groove is, like, so trippy. It’s totally gnarring my buzz, man.” While this album will most likely multiply and sassify marijuana-induced intoxication it’s so unfair to tie it to pot culture. Endtroducing would never, EVER get caught dead in patchwork corduroy pants. 

Our youth are under attack.

Other bucking vinylbroncos like to describe  the album by mentioning Endtroducing’s ingredients: hip hop, jazz, psychedelia, movie dialogue, television show trialogue, percussion samples etc. However none of these phonocowboys can ever really capture this wild one.  True, you get a flavor of each along the winding train ride through British Columbia that is Endtroducing but it’s so much more than bits and pieces. It’s like describing your favorite pizza to a friend and saying, “Yeah man I had this awesome food today it was, like, a bit of tomato, flour, a touch of salt and some, like, I think cheese.” Those ingredients are all fine and good but separately they wouldn’t do an Adriatico’s Bearcat Pizza justice just like calling this album a fusion of genres is a crime. The sum is much greater than the parts. 

I think, maybe, this album is like watching the most beautiful little bubble you ever saw. You can watch it dance on the wings of an invisible wind but as soon as you try to capture the damn thing in your hands it’s gone. You’ve taken your dirty little paws and ruined such a magical, delicate thing. You should be ashamed of yourself. We were all having such a wonderful time watching that little orb. Next time chill out, stop trying to bottle it up and just behold its angelic splendor while the gettin’s good. 

"From listening to records I just knew what to do...mainly I taught myself. And you know I did pretty well...there were a few mistakes that I have just recently cleared up. I'd just like to continue to be able to express myself as best as I can. I feel like I have a lot of work to do still. I'm a student of the drums and I'm also a teacher of the drums too. And I would like to be able to continue to let what is inside of me, which comes from all of the music that I hear, I'd like for that to come out, and it's like it's not really me...the music's coming through me."

What’s truly incredible about Endtroducing is how it was composed. You have to remember that this was created in 1996 and if anyone even had a laptop it could maybe hold a gigabyte of files, if you were lucky and rich. In addition, music manipulation software like AudioMulch or Adobe Audition hadn’t been invented yet. So, Shadow had to use an Akai MPC-60 music sampler/beat machine to cut, splice, and melt his tracks together. If you then take into consideration exactly how much trial and error of listening to thousands of big vinyl discs it took to find the necessary sounds for the album it becomes evident that either a miracle was performed in the making of Endtroducing or Shadow’s some sort of DJ genius. I prefer to believe the latter, especially after taking watching the following video. 

 

So if you haven’t heard this album, regardless of what music you’re into, you need to get in the boat and get your float on. If you’re a fan you can always use a higher quality rip. And, if you really want to get deep, pick up the vinyl and take a voyage into the continental divide…of your mind!!!! 

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I’m really excited to finally have the opportunity to share this online.

This album was one of the first that I was able to listen to after the Miracle to End All Miracles–aka when I finally regained full hearing in my left after a year or so drought.

Anyway, I’ve had experience with Portishead in the past but always thought their tracks sounded a bit too much like James Bond theme songs on Xanax with a harsh snare whipping them into submission.

However, Third completely broke out of this box.  And thank the Lord Above.

Now, what I’d like to do is properly convey what this album brings to the plate.  However, I’ve found that words can never really convey the subtlety of sounds, nor of dreams for that matter.  Words are great at expressing complex yet precise ideas and describing events or memories but there’s something about music that always escapes even the the most artful lathering of adjectives and expletives.

What I can do with this album, as I end up doing with every review I attempt, is sort of convey a metaphor or  scene of what this album brings to mind.

I see a greyish-green abandoned amusement park laying dormant in the middle of a rolling green countryside.  Nothing fancy, no big rollercoasters or log flumes–just a lonely carousel, a spinning swing, and of course a popcorn cart sitting derelict upon the side of a cobblestoned walkway running through the heart of the park.  It’s been several years since the park has seen any visitors–a thick, greasy film covers everything and its only companion is the occasional cold gust of wind.  It’s silent, bleak, and ever so lonely.  Suddenly, in a matter of seconds, everything in the park springs to life.  The carousel, with its faded pine wildlife, begins to spin wildly.  The giant swing whirls as its rusted chains entangle in a circular waltz.  It’s a terrible clash of sight and sound from which an ominous hum emits upon every corner of the park until you can discern individual pitch, camber, and beat spilling from the newly-animated attractions.  Suddenly you feel a tug on your leg.  Looking down you see a tiny doll with wooden hands, glass eyes and a flower-printed dress writhing to the sounds that threaten to drown you.  The feeling to punt her like it’s fourth down is quelled as she promises to love you just right; only how a doll can.

And that’s just what she does for the next 10 years as you father a litter of doll babies who overrun the park and cater to your every need.  It’s not easy to keep the townsfolk at bay, with their pitchforks and torches and whatnot, but you’d do anything to protect your tinderbox family.

You are the softest Daddy I know!

You are the softest Daddy I know!

What it boils down to is that this album creeps me the fuck out in all the holes exactly the right way.

Here’s the meat:

http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c83eb8008f52d98e391d7d881749d3a74db19233280c85605be6ba49b5870170