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If bones could dance and make their rattling into seductive house music, then this would be the sound. I know I'm an annoying metaphorical writer, but, hey, I've got an imagination and that's how this CD struck me. The textures come off as big, musically attuned bones, skeleton parts as instruments, rhythmically skittering and jiving, creating such grooves as to make the whole body feel it. From cerebra to viscera, one's entire being is swept away in this dancehall coming to life of The Book of Ezekiel's dry bones resurrecting. God never sounded so good. OK, maybe he did, but he's got the moves on this one, that's for sure. If house isn't evolving, I must be, because as much as I've bitched and moaned about the genre's dominance of the dance scene, I've sure been blinded by some of the goodies hitting my head from that direction. This is one such goody.-- review by Kristofer Upjohn
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