"Suneaters XII: L’appel Du Vide" is a Residents-sponsored non-algorave in little fluffy clouds. Dr. Seuss hats prohibited. Footwork encouraged. Throbbing muscle and ecstasy propelled audio pottery reporting the slow build of extinction. What if you went through each minute of each day painfully aware of the possibility of extinction at any moment. What would you do? Party? Suicide? Balls out nihilism? Religion? Crafts? Dance? Go max weirdo? AOTA? Chem Brothers drop dirty. Sage smudging of New Order. Tangerine Iboga Dream.
It is also the fourth album from the genre hopping Suneaters. It's the second in their descending records as the work their way up ("Suneaters I", "Suneaters II: Loving Relationship") and down ("Suneaters XIII") to their final album, "Suneaters VII: ?". While the ascending albums cover heavier themes, the descending records are more visceral, with "Suneaters XII: L’appel Du Vide" obsessed with folks shaking their asses.
Enjoy an album that is both an esoteric mystery and a workout video soundtrack.