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Gristleism

A couple of weeks ago, we reprised our holiday lunch (see the post below this one) with the same cast of characters at the same Indian restaurant. This time, we had 3 Gristleism soundboxes at the table...but NO BATTERIES! So we oohed and aahed over the packaging, which is exquisite.

Now that we've located batteries, I give you Uncle Jeff's review:

Gristlesim, all chromey and cool. The bigger speaker is an improvement, but we're all waiting for an audiophile Buddha-box. Might have to get NASA on it. The 'tracks' will be familiar ot those of us who grew up on experimental music. Hard to believe, but in the early '80s in Boulder CO, Throbbing Gristle was actually played on the radio. Won't hear that again any time soon. So get your portable Gristle for those late night camping trips where an iPod just won't do... It's also useful for when those nasty telepromoters call when you're eating dinner. No-call list my ass, all it takes is a little pitch bending with one of the darker samples held up to the phone, and they'll leave you alone!