Limited to a mere thousand vinyl copies and released without fanfare in between a pair of more widely heralded records,
The Magic Thread bears the distinction of being the closest thing
Susumu Yokota has to a forgotten stepchild. Compared to his other albums, each of which are more carefully contemplated than this, it's evident why. Even by
Yokota's admittedly threadbare standards,
The Magic Thread is a thoroughly understated record that never seems to realize its potential. As such, the shocks of melody (such as those that render
Image 1983-1998 so eerily affecting) are not nearly as prominent, the subterranean beats not nearly as compelling. Although anchored evenly by elements nicked from
Yokota's two abiding interests (retrogressive, drugged-out
house and lush, melodic soundscapery), the parts comprising this record ultimately amount to an off-putting melange in which the odd beautiful, chiming coda too frequently yields to a droning, disinteresting clatter. Recommended for acolytes only. ~ Mark Pytlik
