From A to B. The language spoken by The Remote Viewers is one that feeds itself with the interferences caused by lines crossing each other at various speeds in a continuous effort to connect the dots. We, the humans, are the thriving beads forever longing that ‘B’ we, sometimes, don’t even want to reach. City of Nets is a beautiful picture of a random post-industrial environment, of its contradictions and its organized chaos moving at the pace of our routine: boring, static and grey but ever-changing, nonetheless.
City of Nets is jazz, not in its purest form and if we really would like to label it, we could even say that its appeal lies in the post-modern take on vintage jazz such as bebop. In this, we wouldn’t be too far from the truth. What Adrian Northover and David Petts are trying to achieve is there for the taking, but it needs to be learned and captured through an attentive and repeated listen. The music allows enormous amounts of freedom and that is probably one of the reasons albums like these, with their atonal structures and rawness, will not appeal to everyone—at least not at first. If you live in a city—any big city—you already know this album and you love it. Or hate it with a passion.