Ah, hello Bill, nice to see you here, ankle deep in the muck with me.
Hit this in my McGann listen-through. I knew it was coming, but I naively thought that Philip Martin was a newcomer who’d been brought on board and then excommunicated after this absolute nightmare story, a la Nekromantaeia. What larks to find out that this was also the mind behind Mindwarp and Vengeance. It all makes so much sense now.
Listening to the first two episodes I was struck by how, initirally, this could have been a comfortably 6/10 “weird alien society upended by The Doctor’s intervention” story that was being told with Six and Seven in the mid to late 80s. All the slightly paranoiac synth work, the evocation of that kaleidoscopic, oversaturated chroma-key skies, an engimatic and slightly effete villain in the Kro’Ka…then it takes a hard left turn with the end of Episode 2, and suddenly the rug is pulled and we realize we’re back in fetish territory. I haven’t seen either Vengeance or Mindwarp recently, and this isn’t inclining me to go revisit them.
Martin is a splatter-punk author, or at least a wannabe, and for as much as I know about the genre. The far-too-long sequence of the Kromon scientist eating and groaning, one of three or four extremely distressing soundscapes deployed in the course of the first half of the story, left me reeling with its gratuity. I think this was meant to push the boundaries of just how much horror audio was capable of conveying, and fair play to them, on that narrow proviso, it succeeds.
But the dialog is still so stilted. Nick Briggs is director on this one, so he’s gone mental with the modulator - I clocked three “distinct” (and by that I mean different pitches of warbly indecipherable voice) vocal effects on characters here (The Kro’ka, the Kromon themselves, and then of course poor Lida at the end) so the whole thing is a muddy listen. It’s like having your ears filled with out-of-date jam.
There’s clearly some sort of ethos at the center of this, a rebooting of sorts in the wake of Scherzo. The world is different, it’s bleak, it’s dark. It’s almost treating Scherzo as its own Twin Dilemma, a regenerative moment that drags the universe just that bit closer to the filth and the mud that Philip Martin so clearly seems to want to work in.
But Martin, I don’t think, is interesting in the filth and the mud further than surface level shock, inspiring revulsion, perhaps indulging his feelings towards the feminine sex? I’m not an armchair psychologist, but I’m sure anyone with a degree and halfway positive intent could have a solid weekend unpicking this particularly sticky jumper.
I’m gonna finish it, but god, it’s rotten. I can perhaps predict one star.