Flux Information Sciences | Private/Public | Review
The Chicago Reader | Monica Kendrick
...like a letter from the golden age of industrial music...I always open packages from Young God Records with great enthusiasm, because I really do beleive that founder Michael Gira knows some things that must people don't. His latest release, Flux Information Sciences' Private/Public, is like a letter from the golden age of industrial music, which, in my opinion, was before Al Jourgensen stopped singing with a fake british accent -back when ugly frequencies really were dangerous and hearing everything that's fatal and destructive about modern culture getting thrown into the Cuisinart was still exciting. Gira's press release claims that when these 19 clanking, thumping, spine-shuddering tracks were recorded mostly live in the studio, 50 of the band's friends and fans were standing around naked and blindfolded, "like lawn furniture made of flesh." There is a community out there -and always has been- where the creative process is wild like that, inverted and subverted like that, fun and twisted and sexy like that, its undercurrents of rage and frustration aknowledged in the work. Flux Information Sciences' jerky klang-musik may be retro, in that it's reminiscent of the post punk ferocity of classic Neubauten or the New York no wave scene that spawned Gira's old band Swans, but it's still much more alive than most of what claims to be the music of today.