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MH-249 Caural - Mirrors For Eyes  Caural returns with Mirrors For Eyes, his second release for Mush, and the proper follow-up to his last cohesive full-length effort, 2002’s Stars On My Ceiling (Chocolate Industries). Continuing to build tracks of intricate sound splices over daring drum programming, Caural pushes the fine art of headphone music forward, with surprises around every beat. Hrishikesh Hirway, of One AM Radio, Paul Amitai, and Jacob Croegaert add stirringly sweet complimentary vocals to Caural’s already beautiful and melodic production on the tracks “Cold Hands,” “Cruel Fate of Spring,” and "Only Time Will Know," while Chicago MC Racecar, of the group Modill, laces “Lady” with a throwback rhyme in the spirit of Native Tongues. The brilliance of the instrumental passages and the standout guest vocal spots solidify Mirrors For Eyes as Caural’s most fully realized album to date. |
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| Very moving compositions for easy listening - Exclaim! / Something to luxuriate in - Aiding & Abetting / An accomplished and colorful affair - DJ / This record is pure joy - Okayplayer / Total enjoyable experience - Turntable Lab / Very recommended - Word |
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| Chicago-based sample-tweaker, jazz buff and world traveler Caural (Zachary Mastoon on his tax return) makes lovely noise out of human and mechanical snippets. Actually, ‘noise’ isn’t quite the right word, considering Zach once went on a retreat where he meditated 12 hours a day (he claims he could hear ice melt and feel the backs of his eyes!), and returned "offended" by some of the ugly sounds of the city. Cut to Mirrors For Eyes, a challenging, yet chaos-free zone of spliced beats and rhymes with assorted pings, bloops and binary scrapes added for good measure. "I Won’t Race You," has the feel of a coded message sent from an intelligent life form from a galaxy far away... a civilization so advanced they were able to download the new Four Tet from your BitTorrent account (that’s a compliment, not a slag). What gives this track its appeal is the way Caural pulls the vocal sample into a cotton candy cloud and lets it float above twinkly, musical shards of icy comets. Groundbreaking? Maybe not, but I think Caural’s ears are trained somewhere other than Earth to begin with. - Paper Thin Walls |
