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The first ever review of a bibble album has been released for public consumption. WARNING: While this review has been approved by the ever-corrupt Food and Drug Administration of America, the effect of these words has not been thoroughly studied or tested. In fact, thanks to our lobbyists in Washington, it was merely rubber-stamped for mass-production in a fraction of the time it would take to guarantee this product's safety. bibble, Inc. therefore holds no responsibility for any health risks, social upheavals, or mutant babies which could result from the use or misuse of this review. Thank you.



A Staggeringly Brilliant Assessment of a Likewise Impressive Work
By
A.M. Murphy

Bibble's music is a slick digital wonderland of "Yes, sir!", aside from all of the ways that it's not. You see, N'est-ce pas elemental is like Zen and the god that's forsaken me (and currently isn't returning my calls) in that it's a little hard to define.

So, I'll start with the source, the mysterious Mr. "bibble". Rumored to have shaved off the beard of the devil himself in a (fairly unsuccessful) arcane ritual, some say these days he's more myth than man. But ALL (even those that know him not) say he's music done right- by a godless (?!), but washed (thank goodness), hippy, with neither budget nor hope, merely his wits and the Ghost of Christmas Past to guide him.

Little known fact: during the month of November 2006 in which the entire album was written, he took only a single day off from the production in order to abort the Crowleyesque demonspawn he'd accidentally conceived a month earlier at the Bicentennial Poor Underappreciated Musicians' Orgy.

The album itself could best be compared to Inanna's descent into the Underworld: it strips off a piece of clothing, one song at a time, until you're walking naked through hell. Though admittedly lacking Inanna's girlish figure, he is clearly her musical successor, or at least he would be if he got off his lazy rump and learned ancient Sumerian. And was an Eternal Virgin.

The culmination of this journey leads us to the inevitable conclusion that, in fact, both bibble and N'est-ce pas elemental are the obvious products of an elaborate performance art hoax, perhaps perpetrated by the shadowy Priory of Sion we've all heard so much about- to their typically unknown, and likely insidious ends. Yet world domination never sounded so right, even as a concurrent legend persists that the music was created using simple, computer-generated algorithms by the ghost of a very confused nun living in the basement of my uncle's house in Minneapolis, who can occasionally be heard on EVP recordings to whisper either mournfully or seductively, "I succumbed to peer pressure. I just wanted to fit in."

Hail Satan.

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