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Legiac: Mings Feaner

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Author:  AJ
Magazine:  e/i mag.
Review language:   English

Artist:   Legiac

Rating:  no rate given
Review date:  13 Sep 2007



Review:

LEGIAC Mings Feaner (Sending Orbs) • So, not content with their polynymic orgy of Quench, Cane, Cenik, Eaven, and Mystery Artist, as well as a recent jam with Kettel as Scone, and going Automotive with a couple of jazz-tronauts, not to mention several hip-hoperations with Shadow Huntaz, the Funcken Funckarma brothers propose yet another spin-off, Legiac, this with friend Cor Bolten aka BMP, also collaborator on, yep, another project, Dif:use. Got all that? What’s the skam? The flavour is one of a kind of digital update of Far-out Son of Lung ramblings, all post-Blade Runner atmospherics attended by trademark Funckarma splice-and-dice cut-and-shut rhythmix. It’s the contribution of Bolten (vintage analog synth-guru and professional soundtracker), though, that seems to give added value here, with a more lustrous filling/topping/undertow (depending on the track architecture) serving to place this above the last atmospherically-challenged Funckarma outing, Bion Glent. A far fuller phatter beast entirely, Mings Feaner may seem a bit of an overegged pudding of an album on first listen, for all its wondrous post-Vangelical atmospherics. And, notwithstanding a liberal speckling of short-format interludes, Mings Feaner goes for the established Sending Orbs 70-minute epic blueprint. Slight concern with what feels like a Groundhog Day experience around halfway stage, perception of recurrent variations on a similar 10-minute pattern setting in: one of beatless vaporous atmospheres being suddenly irrupted onto by hyperactive beat structures then dragged off into clattering populous futurist symph-funk workouts. But when the Funckens and their Cor member get the blend right, it’s a heady brew: behemoth beatscapes like “Tretz Dizm” bristle with latter-day FSOL-isms, time-shifting near-d’n’b rhythms, liquid bass funkery, curious flamenco-esque percussion, and e-Vangelic syn-clouds, even spinning a few ethnoid flutings in a grandstanding kitchen-sink-too production. Another, then, to add to the Sending Orbs Headtrip Cinema series to swell its growing back catalog of widescreen fantasies. File next to Secede, Yagya, and Blamstrain.