2002 reissue of a 1970 release by the Parisien cell of pioneering avant-garde collective Musica Elettronica Viva. i know modern avant shit is mostly garbage or 1-listen albums that rot in some forgotten corner of your hard drive, but this is actually replay-friendly music. side A begins with ethnic percussion languishing over a drone before gradually expanding to a sequence of chant that sounds like it was recorded in a Buddhist temple run by Brian Wilson. the less i say about the amazing side B, the better; if you can make it through the first 15 minutes of primitive noise and snatches of unsettling spoken word, you're in for a treat.

we are on the edge of destruction

great May 2009 Artforum article on MEV:
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