This is my second go around with experimental musicians Random Touch. With A Way from the Heard, I'm convinced that this trio is either independently wealthy or has too much time on its hands or both. They would need it to expend so much time and energy creating, and I use that term loosely, their bizarre experimental music. Their last offering, Turbulent Flesh, found Random Touch exploring the avant garde of Musique concrète with any object they could lay their hands on. A Way from the Heard isn't much different except that they seem to using any electronic instrument they can find. The credits have guitar and keyboards listed, but if you can identify them you're more clever than I am. The only thing you will recognize are drums.
Otherwise, this is three guys getting together in the same room with blindfolds and earplugs playing whatever they want, and then some one turned on the recording equipment. Random Touch may have created their own genre: post-modern, apocalyptic, world-without-order noise. The 'infinite monkey theorem' states that a monkey hitting keys at random on a typewriter keyboard for an infinite amount of time will almost surely type a given text (the joke suggests the works of William Shakespeare). For the content of A Way from the Heard: one monkey over one weekend.
I'm convinced that Random Touch is either independently wealthy or has too much time on its hands, or both. They would need it to expend so much time and energy creating, and I use that term loosely, their bizarre experimental music.
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