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A relentless mechanic churn, quiet but insistent, a
sort of mild industrial ambient soundscape; it slowly
melds through a Jean Michele-Jarre-as-experimental
segue into a soothing ambient wash that represents
space at its deepest and most beautiful. That's
"Beating Cherry Nipples." "All Night Long" begins as a
staticky transmission, subtle and unclear, from
another time and universe, quiet and crackling,
subduing, alluring ... behind this simple ambience
evolves a slow, morphine melody that eventually takes
over even as it fades and grows, ebbs and flows. This
grows into a fusion of ambient melodies and a sort-of
collage of small noise, clattering, clicking, calling
... "Eternal Plans" delivers a haunting and shadowy
construct with a hollow, ominous mien with a
repetitive, hypnotic tinkingishness as it builds its
ghostly tendrils. This gives way to reverberating
tones whose minimalism is their strength. Eventually,
static returns and a dark crescendo arises like a
haunted record skipping. Quiet cacophony lurks. Wind
chimes of death. A harmonica with no master. "Milk
Oblo" starts with an ode to glitch, moving with crisp
textures and askew atmosphere. On the final track,
"Nothing for Money manifests as a strange, unsettling
hum that still pulls your attention in (while making
your mind crawl). A pulse grows from this and machine
becomes life. Ent's music is experimental and
out-there in the extreme but is very much compelling
for aficionados of experimental oddities. Textured
and eclectic and absorbing, "Fuck Work" is worth say
"fuck work" for and going home for a listen. -- review by Kristofer Upjohn
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