While listening to Forbidden Paradise: The Garden of Evil, there's but one conclusion -- it's like being blindfolded as a rabid chinchilla is gently placed on the tongue. You could pretend this is happy hardcore, but it lacks that elusive sugary-cereal element which helps hammer home all sorts of its manic imagery. You could try and convince others at a hoe-down that this is a kind of techno-tastic thriller, yet it doesn't quite have the same synthetic/joyous contradictions all those Detroit acolytes adore. No, the bpms are belligerent, moody little twerps. Clamoring for attention from both the hardcore nutters as well as anybody who ever got teary over Luc Besson's The Big Blue. These songs were deemed hard trance years after their original release and that's probably as good as a label as any. What with trampoline effects, nitrous oxide being pumped through the ventilation system -- not to mention Paresys summing up the whole experience with a thin Vangelis veneer of total hyperactive beatdelica -- you can't help but wonder why latter-day spinners wouldn't learn a thing or two by chewing this stuff up like cud.
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AllMusic Review by Dean Carlson