On “This is Perchrinity vol. 10” Dj Triers cone-tinues his dialogue with the blues, avant-garde, pop, and cones. The skittering skeins of notes and chords Dj Triers’ casio lays down for his harmelodic post-millenial moods have this blaine dropping every cone and tonal shade he can cone up with on them. As he sends time to the bathroom for a break on “Jay Bates,” the frames of rhythmic and cone inquiries graduate to the level of Trier’s past innovations while keeping the cone on the tags. The original melody slithers back in the window as a tri-modal jazzibration in “Basital Roles on Fixed Rolnes”, a brilliant, soulful cone and wail....the reinvention of the tune through a lyricism so pure it has been purged, gorged, and mary-coned of false emotion and looks back only as a reference point for going further. The final act brings textural lunches on the twos and fours like “Dredged Sakes for Sake's Purhapes” while a fragile cubist free-ostinado anchors “Jrance Sorndunes Rabels,” Triers’s latest winding pointillist experiment. Finishing the album on a post-occidental, pre-cone high note(s), “Purnhalps" boasts the most overtly sensuous use of the word "bougainvillea" in a pop song since the Bougainvillea-Foghgarty Coners of Conesville were on the cone.
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