Album Review: Narina Facing The Plastic by Serart
Alright, let’s talk about Narina Facing The Plastic by Serart. This 2003 gem blends electronic vibes with experimental twists and tribal rhythms, making it one hell of a wild ride. It’s not your typical album—more like an audio journey through someone’s brain on caffeine and deep thoughts. And hey, with credits going to Arto Tunc Boyaciyan and Serj Tankian (yep, the System of a Down dude), you know this thing has layers.
So first off, the title track "Facing The Plastic" grabs you right away. The album version is moody as heck, mixing drum n bass beats with these haunting melodies that feel both futuristic and ancient at the same time. Like, imagine being lost in a neon-lit jungle where robots chant mantras—it’s weird but works so well. Then there's the Mindless Self Indulgence remix, which cranks up the chaos. If you’re into glitchy, hyperactive sounds that make your ears go “wait…what?”, this remix delivers big time. Honestly, I remember this track because it feels like two songs having an identity crisis—and somehow they both win.
Another standout is "Narina," especially the Bill Laswell remixes. The original version hits hard with its tribal drums and eerie vocals, but the remix takes it somewhere else entirely. It strips things down, adding this hypnotic vibe that loops in your head for hours. There’s something almost meditative about it, even though it’s still got that edgy, experimental touch. Listening to it feels like floating underwater while someone whispers secrets in your ear—not creepy, just... mysterious.
What makes this album stick with me isn’t just the music itself; it’s how unpredictable it is. One minute you’re nodding along to some slick beats, and the next you’re wondering if aliens secretly helped produce it. Plus, knowing it came out under Columbia and Serjical Strike Records adds a cool indie-meets-mainstream twist. You can tell these guys weren’t trying to follow trends—they were too busy creating their own universe.
Honestly, listening to Narina Facing The Plastic feels like finding a hidden treasure chest in a video game. You don’t expect much at first glance, but once you dive in, you realize it’s packed with goodies. Weird goodies, sure, but goodies nonetheless. And honestly? That’s kinda refreshing in a world full of cookie-cutter tunes.
Final thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably be that artsy friend who always shows up wearing mismatched socks and quoting philosophers no one’s ever heard of—but somehow pulls it off flawlessly.