
Primitive Motion — Portrait of An Atmosphere
Brisbane-based Primitive Motion's latest release feels like a cutting room floor job, taking all of the detritus that might – and that's a special kind of might – lead to something worthwhile and discarding it in favor of a mixture of all of the other parts. What ends up as processed, in the end, if such a euphemism is warranted here, is nothing short of arbitary. And by "arbitrary", I mean it makes no sense, the most disadvantageous use of the tools of the trade: to merely weave something – anything – together and call it an album. The most damning thing that could be said about such music is that it fails to compel, to make you want to embark on whatever sonic journey lies ahead. Maybe those better familiar with Primitive Motion and their work will find something worth returning to, that's anyone's guess.
