This is, presumably, the future of 'classical' 
                  music as the postmodernist illuminati see it: a multi-layered 
                  wall of computer-generated sound literally and symbolically 
                  drowning out the Old Ways, as represented by Benjamin Bowman's 
                  violin and Douglas Stewart's flute. Innova describe this 
                  disc as "electro-acoustic, ethno-death-metal, versus environmental, 
                  classical-fusion-electronica in a UFC cage [not John-] match": 
                  it is not for those who have not wholeheartedly embraced the 
                  cultural homogenisation of the "iPod generation".
                   
                  The first track, all 35 relentless minutes of it, is The Discofication 
                  of the Mongols, which, so it says, "concerns the loss of 
                  all indigenous culture to the monolith of western pop music" 
                  - how ironic that MC Maguire's creation comes across 
                  as a glorification of that undeniable truth. Benjamin Bowman 
                  surely could not have been listening to the computer content 
                  during recording, otherwise the mind-altering qualities of the 
                  überpop soundtrack would have induced violin rage. For a brief 
                  moment, after 17 minutes, the Death by Disco treatment inflicted 
                  on the listener seems to have ended, only to lurch back into 
                  gaudy life again - that was only the halfway mark!
                   
                  Any mercy accruing from the fact that the second track is shorter 
                  by ten minutes is negated by the repetitious splicing - 'mashing' 
                  is the word of the moment, though 'garrotting' 
                  would also do - of three Gershwin tunes that Maguire's 
                  parents apparently played over and over when he was a child. 
                  S'Wonderful (That the Man I Love Watches over Me) was 
                  written in his mother's memory, but it is hard to believe 
                  that she or Gershwin would have particularly appreciated what 
                  he has done to them here: more chopping-changing sampling, manic 
                  electronic beats, a post-structuralist's spot-the-reference 
                  heaven, and a flute struggling to be heard.
                   
                  From a technical point of view, the scale of the soundworlds 
                  is undeniably impressive - up to 300 tracks, according to Innova, 
                  and a decibel level to match at times. Sound quality is excellent. 
                  The booklet gives 
                  no information at all about MC Maguire - Innova's website 
                  describes him (or maybe her) as a "Toronto based electro-acoustic 
                  manipulator who has worked in every medium and genre as a composer/producer/engineer" 
                  - but there is plenty of pretentious stuff - and nonsense - 
                  about the two tracks.
                   
                  Musically this is, despite the interesting soloist lines heroically 
                  performed by Bowman and Stewart, less interesting than listening 
                  from a bedroom window to an ice cream van going round the neighbourhood. 
                  Those who are fascinated by this kind of 21st century mumbo-jumbo 
                  will find all manner of references - 'intertextualities' 
                  - and semiotic rummage. MC Maguire will likely attract the same 
                  kind of cult following, just as unwarranted, as Frank Zappa. 
                  This is a CD only for the 'down' and trendy, then: 
                  before purchase, proof of smartphone ownership and popular Facebook 
                  account must be provided as a bare minimum.
                   
                  Byzantion
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