In a wobbly, choppy manner, the instigator of "Deconstructing Beck" from a few years ago turns his ear to the reign/stranglehold popular American (and sometimes Canadian) culture has had on, well, culture in general for the past 40 years. Hise's the virtual son of John Oswald and the Tape-Beatles, as fed through CalArts. Covering 1995-1999, his work relies on not the tape edit but the altered CD, with layers of familiarity rather than altered realities. He spins your head with so much recognizability that you're gasping for mental air after a piece whizzes by. Short, poppy cuts of familiar songs are interspersed with longer, ambient works that might just be patchworks of altered guitar solos. Very catchy, even when it's nearly making you vomit from vertigo induced by speed-switching. Includes a nice version of the national anthem made from skipping CDs and decay. [review from]