Chlorophyll, chloroform, sticky cardboard of electronic music. If we were green and flat, we would lie on the grass and eat the sun rays. But we are not, alas. So there's nothing left but eating extremely monotonous in its variety Ratzkevich's music.
To percept 'Chlorophyll' properly, one needs to have a good sense of humor. There is plenty of fun here: quotations from different music styles and from Ratzkevich's albums (like, for example, "Hunting flies", an allusion to self-reflecting "Fly"), all kinds of audio-perversions, sweet composition titles like "Synchronic orgasm" or "Chlorophobia". Ratzkevich calls it "electric future". Complicated words of other critics (like "noise-postindustriality") add nothing to your understanding of his music. Well, this music is difficult to understand. But this is what we call fun.
Here it is, our electronic future, our beloved one. Jazz+rock'n'roll+bossa-nova+anything else. It lies still on the grass, absorbing sun light. Oh, if only we were green and flat...
