The completely anonymous Bluebirds of Happiness are part of the Eyedrum stable of CD-R artists who make music and noise for the sheer joy of it. Nobody -- almost -- hears the stuff, but they should because most of the things that come out on this labor of love project are worth hearing. None of the releases heard have been in the least bit boring or derivative. Whoever Bluebirds of Happiness are, they sure make some crazy music, more like musical noise where processed sound, improvisation, sound effects, and chance operations are all happening simultaneously. At times this sounds like Merzbow, at others like Jim O'Rourke, but always more fragile than that, always on the verge of coming apart at the seams, always on the level of the first, though best, thought. This music is sound at its most ravaged and bent out of all proportion to anything but itself. It doesn't reflect the culture in any way -- not consciously -- it only references the world of sound and sound's own unveiling of possibility in whatever space it inhabits. The most shining example is on the 22-minute "Ah," which features warped distorted vocals, a muted trumpet à la Miles Davis, strangulated horns, and keyboard sounds put through endless waves of sonic treatments and space itself for all of these elements to play out in. This is Luc Ferrari playing jazz, or Luigi Nono playing blues, or Cecil Taylor trying to play piano roll music. This isn't the sound of entropy or decadence, but the textured rawness of something truly new coming into being.
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AllMusic Review by Thom Jurek