The liner notes state it best: "What we have here is an extreme case of art." Extreme, yes. This piece, "Extension," is an extremely boring and pretentious piece of crap that attempts to pass itself off as new classical music, or "new" music. In fact, as much I revere the two musicians playing this "score," and want to believe they can reveal some form of redemptive truth about the work at hand, it is impossible in the hearing to find such evidence. These notes are merely scrapes and scratches across the body of music. As a composer, Mr. Spahlinger made "Extension" the opening part of a trilogy that comments, allegedly, on form creating and destroying itself. He offers not a word regarding content. Only form. It's true that Morton Feldman and John Cage didn't reflect on content much either, but that's because their music was about determining relationships within music so that content was dictated by the sum total of those relationships, fixed or not. This music makes no such claim. It exists in a void of its own maker's narcissistic thought process and soulessness. It doesn't even warrant the dodgy platitude of being academic because it doesn't have enough character or thought to be anything other than a puerile onanism in sound. This might very well be the worst and most senseless recording in the Hat catalogue.
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AllMusic Review by Thom Jurek