SJ Esau CD reviewed by Luc Rodgers
Nov 27, 2007, 06:45
SJ Esau Wrong Faced Cat Feed Collapse CD
Bristol, England-based bedroom trash collector SJ Esau, known commonly as Samuel Wisternoff, brings to light his Wrong Faced Cat Feed Collapse and an over-hyped story with it. Nearly every biography and review mentions his short-but-effective rap career from the ages of ten to twelve. In this time he rubbed elbows with the likes of Tricky and Slick Rick, learning from them, I don't know what. How it relates to his work today, again I don't know. It is mildly interesting seeing as how no one cares enough to research if it is actually true. What is he doing now? Wellâ€¦
WFCFC piles on samples and loops atop each other to eventually birth a song of sorts. It is difficult to find the focus, or the point, when so much is going on while at the same time the song itself never blossoms into anything noteworthy. Take the closing track, “Lazy Eye,” a six-minute, laid back whirlwind of nothing much. The strange noises make a bed and the swelling, looming strings and melodies interweave a comfy blanket. But it never hits an apex and, much like the rest of the album, it simply sits there, pleased with its position. The final track is where one makes the whole package memorable, and it is here that he finalizes his mediocrity.
Humor is heard throughout, but not felt. You gave to woo the listener into your mind and heart before they are going to begin to understand your methods of operation. The schizophrenic opener, “Cat Track (He Has No Balls),” travels in so many places in the span of three minutes that the concentration is lost and one questions why they are listening to it in the first place. Not a gripping opener.
The standout comes with “Geography.” Here, melody is pronounced and the noises remain under control. It all climaxes in a near-grandiose (nearly falling flat with the terrible, mixed-too-high bass drum) celebration with horns, screaming whistles, and a pointed direction. The change is welcome before the flat and nondescript “Wears the Control” take over and reminds the listener that it doesn't have the guts and blood to sustain itself for the entire length of the record.
As his first proper full length, and with his pedigree in former projects, this will surely not be the last release. Promise lies underneath the sampled masks and a good song is possible but he has a lot of worthless shit to wade through before anyone will hear it. [Anticon]
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