Fun Years, The - Baby, It's Cold Inside

Needless to say, this has been done before. In countless forms and utilizing countless methods, this has been done before, needless to say.

Needless to say, indeed. For this is an album -- whose sounds contained within, despite existing previously in different guises, created by different artists -- has successfully embraced the contradiction between the disintegrating past and the slightly flourishing future.

Many Sound-artists have mastered the practise of playing aging records in order to achieve an ambiguous sense of understanding of the future and nourishing an undefined and romanticised understanding of the days of yore.

The Fun Years understand these aforementioned issues. They're aware ... they create ... Yes, the crescendos are there, the granular accumulation of tiny sounds, the slowly paced progression of one organically rendered piece into the next ... It's all here.

But with their mastery of sound comes a unyielding presence of the intrigue of the unknown.

After becoming disappointed by Philip Jeck's Touch albums (I find them too drawling, sonically inconsistent and inconclusive) this album, "Baby It's Cold Outside" is a refreshing approach to Sound-art and the artistic statement in general.