Twelve horrendous improvisations between Marc Ribot, who sticks entirely to distorted guitar, and bassist Trevor Dunn. There are moments of interest across these twelve nameless tunes, but they are few and far between; all of this material runs together in a noisy, atonal blur. Most perplexing of all are the conditions of the record's release: so Zorn gets two guys to improvise in a studio, then releases it under his own name and calls himself the 'composer?' That maneuver is empty-headed at best, malicious at worst.
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