Paris Music Corp. is the brainchild of John Andrew Paris an Austin Texas ambient musician who's recently relocated to Brownsville, but this sounds like he hasn't visited the Station or found the boys room that still allows some smoking in it. He has in the past worked with among other Austin luminaries Arthur Brown, Don Wigwam and Catastrophe Ballet.
The album opens with The Original Orb that sounds, well a good bit very chilled out Orb like, this is no dancefloor sensation, more a chill out room relaxer to gently sway with.
Almost Lost opens with the sounds of rushing water and synths before the drum machine kicks in to add a funkier edge to the still rather relaxing ambient sounds that have all sorts of more unsettling stuff going on top before it ends with some bird song that has been heavily treated.
Spiral Arms feels like you're in a slowly rotating world wondering if this should be played through a Leslie speaker or not as the dissolute buzzing in your brain gets louder and louder.
Light Speed has an obvious Mick Karn influence and some very Japanesque bass with gently tinkled piano tambourine et al as it builds and falls at far less than Light Speed but the piano does sound pretty light on its feet.
New Blue Norther sounds like he's been sampling the northern winds as they blow through his town as this swirls around the room like it's powered by several strong gusts of wind.
Witch Harvest is far doomier sounding like a slow goth instrumental that's nearly as down as Type o Negative became, this is sullen and a little despairing, that means it's perfectly in tune with our times as it lays out a dystopian musical vision.
Mitosis has a very genteel laid back feel as it shifts and splits into differing paths and feelings floating and going colder as it moves away.
Miles has train rhythm percussion with bleeping space age noises and a swelling bass synth wash that may well fry your mind.
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Rust rushes into your mind like he's trying to scrape the Rust off of an old girder and has been tempted to use an axle grinder with the buzzing drills at the ready.
Whiteout is the sound of the inside of your Brain after a weekend Whiteout of all sorts of powders and pills and maybe even a glass of milk or three with drum and bass skittery jumpiness and the distorted synth noises gnawing away at your final urges before you need to crash.
Desolation Birth is fraught with peril and over very swiftly. Here It Is has the only vocals on the album and they are backing sounds to the all encompassing synths and slow and steady percussion.
Timeline just wobbles along that line as if it's staggering towards home after a very long night on the tiles.
The album closes with What Language (...Are You Speaking?) well pure instrumental it would seem, with synth washes and the odd special effect for good measure, this is a funky dance floor shuffle of ambient spacey sounds that slowly comes into land.
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