Here is yet another mysterious set released on the CD-R label from The Eyedrum Music and Performance Space in Atlanta. Nothing whatsoever is known about Faff except that it is a sound construction project by someone named W. Pallis on the same basic plane of ideological existence as Mille Plateaux and other German artists like Thomas Brinkman. Here the notion of breakbeat goes out the window and is deconstructed into a simulacrum of rhythm. Textures, layers, and bpm sensibilities are tossed in favor of a stranger, more dislocated sense of expression. There are two basic pieces here: the 14-section "Scamper," with its hyperactive polyglot of colliding rhythms and computer sounds refracted through the prism of post-electro culture, and "Skuke," a single 21-minute excursion into the oscillation of industrial musique concrète with a rhythmic foundation. This is sound sculpture in extreme, but it moves so quickly though so many different phases and stages it's difficult to become either irritated or bored by anything. It's all moving by in a blur that becomes obsessive, addictive even. The end of "Skuke" leaves the listener exhausted but somehow exhilarated, as if they have been able to hear the future coming undone around them and find a place in that chaos that is fluid, yet durable. That all of this is made possible by some bedroom sound sculptor is remarkable in and of itself; that these sounds capable of such reorganization and disruption have made it, however sparsely, into the outside world is a minor miracle.
AllMusic Review by Thom Jurek