Review Summary: You'd be better off plundering 1970s science fiction soundtracks.
Here's my one word review for Tomorrow's Harvest
The "sonic palette" on display is very conservative. No sounds paint across my eyes anything as arcane as that once red-orange that bore and throbbed its way into my dreams and nostalgia. The beats simply tethered the music down, might have been more interesting without them. That's a sad thing to say when this group was once one of the only non-industrial electronic bands that could force my interest, rhythmically.
It's not terrible music, but it almost
sounds like a cash grab. This is the kind of inoffensive, pastiche electronic music that electrorave acid kids that listen to STS9 can glom onto in an instant. And no, I'm not just saying this because of their genius marketing strategy. I'm saying it because there wasn't one moment where I was uncomfortable, where I had to take the headphones off or take a break from listening. Whether it was joyous or alienating, BoC had always managed to exhaust me one way or another. This album makes me restless, itching to change the disc in my CD player.