Slipper
Invisible Movies
[Rephlex]
Rating: 4.3
Described in the press pack as "a mind-spinning selection of soundtracks to films that have
never been made," Invisible Movies might just actually fit the billing. Slipper, a new
Rephlex entity consisting of Sam Dodson (aka Salman Gita), Linda Finger, Liz Fletcher and Rat
Scabies, have the eclectic flavor of Loop Guru about them. It's no coincidence, really,
considering Dodson and Finger both come from Loop Guru, and Scabies from the Damned. Loop
Guru's influence is all over this new release, most notably in the atmospheric tribal singing,
raindrops, animal calls and indigenous instruments. I'm almost positive they've sampled a good
bit of Loop Guru music throughout, and if not, they've so closely approximated it that the
point is moot.
Sadly, Invisible Movies lacks most of the best elements of Loop Guru's better releases
(Amrita, The Third Chamber), plotting a mildly new course into jazz fusion
territory. House beats that achieved cohesion with Loop Guru's world-music sampler angle have
now been replaced by hi-hats, twanging upright bass, the pitch-defying vocals of Finger and
Fletcher, and the manic drums of Rat Scabies.
Invisible Movies isn't a particularly impressive or attention-worthy experiment. Crossing
from relatively listenable moments to pure experimental wanking with little regard to flow does
give the record the sense that it's a jagged soundtrack to films never made, but not in a good
way. In fact, it's more in the way that soundtracks used to be, a collection of
disposable stock music with a few moments of precious goodness.
While the snippets of speech are mildly interesting, and are, I suppose, meant to suggest the
whole "film" theme, I can't help feeling like this record has just been a waste of my time. I'm
a fan of much of Loop Guru's body, but Slipper walks the thin line between almost-worthwhile
and absolute crap. Most tracks go nowhere, content to wrap the listener in a cocoon of one
cycling, dragging beat, heavily adorned with world-beat and jazz flourishes. Toss in some
miscellaneous samples of people talking and a baby crying, and you've got a cornucopia of
lazily matched musical elements that need more development before they can compliment each
other. I give Invisible Movies a resounding yawn and an apathetic "eh," and suggest
that perhaps if these films hadn't been made...
-James P. Wisdom