Per usual, the music of Equipment Pointed Ankh leaves me confused, a jarring cacophony of sounds like striking basket carts or metal on metal squelches, filtered through the most broken and contorted blues possible. This is musique concrete in many ways, challenging and repetitious, but rarely predictable, like John Zorn or John Cage composing an album like Jackson Pollock paints. You play this to freak out the squares in your life, an untethered blast of insanity that never seeks to satisfy, bucking wild like a horse that has no interest in you or yours. You play this to ward of the boredom demons, to satiate some primal scrying against the night.
Listen below and soak in the sometimes cool calm chaos of it all, a snap shot of life in motion.