Contrary to what I?ve come to expect from Providence?s Droopy Septum comes Document B, a surprisingly full-hearted attempt at lofty improvisation! This keeps getting better and better ? who are these people!?! Initially I was convinced that this was music made by over-weight miscreants in liberally flowing track pants blown outta the subbasement of pizza-face, rhode island ? y?know, fucking funnel cakes and oscillators. so image my dismay when I slapped this ferile bitch on! sounds like this may be an improvisation for synth or organ and percussion (with a little bit of tape for good measure).
I guess the thing that makes this album ultimately different from wizard porn is that there may be a chance that someone will actually listen to this. but in this case this is a mixed blessing ? as a ?noise? album wizard porn succeeded in being a next-level embarrassment and as a result totally unlistenable ? which I would say is an honourable device for an album of that calibre. But seeing that Document B is an attempt at ?serious? improvisation, I may just analyze this critically as I would an Otto Preminger film. But I?m not going to because Droopy Septum IS the Jorg Buttgereit of noise, they can fuck dead people till David Duchovny chokes a pencil hatchet and I?ll still give ?em a 10/10 -- Andrew Zukerman (27 June, 2006)