Wednesday, September 13, 2017

REVIEW - EMPTY CHALICE - EMERGING IS SUBMERGING - THE EVIL - CASSETTE - C60

EMPTY CHALICE - EMERGING IS SUBMERGING - THE EVIL - CASSETTE - C60
CARDINIUM RECORDS
DRONE DOOM/DARK AMBIENT/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
CASSETTE IN STANDARD CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
LIMITED TO 31 COPIES.


SIDE A:
Dark sounds for desert dwelling ghouls and nocturnal creatures. A thick 
resonance rolls in and brings gently played guitar strings with it. This
has a similar vibe to projects like: AELTER, WOLVSERPENT, HALO MANASH, 
Ect, Along with elements you'd find in artists like TERRA SANCTA, Or
pretty much the entire Cryo Chamber records catalog. Loud and powerful 
tides forcefully rip through and then we settle back into the dusky
ambience. Ritualistic, Mystic, Primordial...All these words come to
mind while listening. This is a sonic world and if you let it, It will
take you far into the dreamlands. In the distance we hear what sounds
like throat singing as gentle strings continue to play alongside ebbing
pools of swelling resonance. The first of five aural "spirit journeys."
Passing tides come through once again and push us into a very slow and
steady fade out.

I.) LOOK INTO MY EYES / II.) MUFFLED SCREAM /
III.) SIDEREAL:

"Look Into My Eyes" opens the crypt and we descend. Strange sounds
like that of muted trumpets of some sort bleat out as windswept ambient 
gusts blow in. Hazy atmospheres spread out in the form of sprawling synths.

"Muffled Scream" comes in like a brass orchestra tuned to smothering
oppression. Thick strands of ground shaking resonance that reminds me
of the work of OF EARTH AND SUN. This requires a patient listen. EMPTY
CHALICE performs the kind of music that you have to surrender to. Only
through letting it consume the room will you truly feel how immense the
work is. Varying ambient strands move at the speed of quiet candle light
while winds and tides clash far in the distance. Melodic and haunting
strings rise up along with an almost whistling melody that sounds like
it stems from some sort of ancient wood flute. It's tone so high that
it seems to drift above the rest of the piece like a faint specter 
foreshadowing a coming darkness. Beautifully cinematic work that could
easily accompany a dark film. Everything flows freely and wreaths together
so fluidly that you can hardly tell when one theme begins until you are
neck deep in it. Chilling strings dance in the distance like pin-pricks
of moonlight shimmering across a black lake. Suspenseful passages grip
tight and slowly release. Absolutely spell-bounding work. This could have
easily fit along side artists on a label like Malignant Records. It has
that same dedication and attention to detail as all the best Ambient
artists I've heard...And that is quite an extensive list. Again we
have a very very slow fade out to the next track. And again it works
well here.

"Sidereal" is quite hard to put into words. Really odd and unique sounds
here. Brooding winds come like breath from the mouth of a great cave in
a far and remote place. The heavy charming of large bells pounds in the
empty air. Flute-like sounds mimic nocturnal birds and deep subterranean
vibrations rumble from deep below. The air is filled with the voices of
the nights animals in a distant frenzy. A storm is coming. Disturbing
vocalizations come in scratchy obscured phrases. Cryptic words and
daemonic grunts. I don't know the name of this forgotten place, But
it sounds like it's a place containing many ancient secrets. It takes
a true artist to make music that opens a portal to another plane. EMPTY
CHALICE is the project of a true artist. Both stunning and horrific.
Tragic and beautiful. Flowing ambient strings stir deep emotions.
The track has a sense of reverence to it. It's hard to accurately
describe. There is something very special here that sets this apart
from the many many releases out there in this field. After some time
we experience a quieter moment. A moment where lush strings flow elegantly
as the cryptic voice speaks in tones too low to be human. The ghostly melody
of the strings that closes the track is absolutely gorgeous but far too brief.
I wish this one would have ended like the others. More drawn out and left to 
behave freely. Regardless this is an amazing piece.

SIDE B:

IV.) EMERGING IS SUBMERGING / V.) STOLEN BREATHS
AND DESTROYED HOPE:

On the other side we begin with the title track; "Emerging Is Submerging."
Here we are first greeted by alien sound effects. A warped and wet throbbing
sound along with windswept synths and pulsating signals. Rushes spiral us
deeper into oblivion as tones and chimes mingle with unearthly bird songs.
Again we have smothering vibrations and deep deep sonic quakes. A violent
surge in it's infancy. Blind and frantic as it thrashes it's limbs in a
slow awakening. The bass tones here are overpowering at times but other
than that I really have no complaints about the album thus far. metallic
ringing fills the air and disappears leaving wind tunnels to trail behind.
Things begin to quiet down briefly but this is soon interrupted by additional
gusts. The track is in constant movement. Ever upward and downward at once.
At times disorienting but not quite enough to remove enjoyment for the initiated.
Tribal rhythms lurk on the horizon but are soon torn asunder by powerful oceanic
might. Birds congregate to voice their concerns and then they fall silent as a
strange dirge is played through eerie phaser effects. After a time only winds
remain. Metallic sounds like that of a gong or cymbal lightly brushed are heard.
This makes it feel as if something is swift approaching. Something invisible yet
undeniably present. Like an ancient great beast fitfully battling a slumber plagued
by nightmare and terror. It appears this conflict is never-ending for some time. 
Low gusts and clanging metallic chimes eventually appear and lull the beast back
to sleep. In the following stillness we are met with intense yet subdued winds
let loose to do as they please. Luckily for us they have mercy.

The final movement; "Stolen Breaths And Destroyed Hope," begins like a 
combination of tracks two and three. It carries forward what have now
become familiar elements while adding a cyclic rhythm to the windswept
sounds. We hear a rising rustling that sounds like carnivorous insects
slowly chewing away at their prey. The combination of sounds here have
quite a spooky effect overall. It just feels/sounds like you're not alone
as you listen. As if confirming my fears...The voices come. Words are lost
in the town and manner in which the vocals are presented. Inhuman moanings
and sufferings backed by a laborious metallic clang. Strings gather in a way
that causes them to sound like swarming locusts. Like a black cloud of sickness
descending from above. Suspenseful to a degree that few Dark Ambient artists can
manage to capture. It sounds like the arrival of a Biblical plague. Gnashing
and gnawing teeth and tongues are heard as the strings vibrate in organized
chaos. By far one of the most unsettling works I've heard in some time. This
is the sound of fevered suffering. Torment and delirium. Blackened rasps are
heard over countless writhing voices. The strings spiral downward in a dizzying
drop that brings the sounds of many agonies to the center stage. It's like walking
the streets of a ruined city filled with the woeful cries of all it's stricken
inhabitants. The voices repeat like a mantra of punishment as slamming metallic
percussive elements boom and echo in the background. We transition into a low
hum wrapped in thick winds. Deep synth strings slowly dive downwards as other
cinematic synth tones create a suspenseful sense of dread. An inescapable trial
on the horizon. One that will likely equal death to all involved. Throughout we
hear what sounds like metal wires vibrating with strong force upon impact. Dreary
and deadly material. A lurking evil left to creep unchecked.

One of the most exciting dark ambient releases this year. Unfortunately this
is VERY limited so act fast:

8.5/10
-Corey Phillips-

WWW.CARDINIUM.COM

Thursday, August 24, 2017

REVIEW - BOAR/HUMAN FLUID ROT - SPLIT - CD

BOAR/HUMAN FLUID ROT - SPLIT - CD
BREACHING STATIC/BS#80
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
PRO CDR IN A STANDARD CASE WITH INSERT.
BOAR IS:
ALEX NOWACKI
HUMAN FLUID ROT IS:
ROBERT W. BRANTLEY III


HUMAN FLUID ROT
I.) WELL LIT PARKING LOTS /
II.) GETTING HIT WITH A SHOVEL ISN'T
ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE:

H.F.R. is a long running Harsh Noise project. From what I've 
heard from this artist I've come to expect some rough and raunchy 
shit. The kind of gnarly noise to make your head spin and your eyes 
water. Now we have the H.F.R./BOAR split!!! So lets get the fuck on 
with it. Ok, So one thing that I think is definitely worth noting is
that on this release H.F.R. recorded all tracks in one take at maximum
volume with no further editing. In other words, This is pure raw Harsh 
Noise that sounds about as close to an in person experience as you are 
going to get without attending a gig. Be careful on your first time around 
with this one as it is quite loud. "Well Lit Parking Lots" Opens with piercing 
feedback containing an obscured melody. Frequencies vibrate forcefully upon one 
another as the melodic elements reveal a somber melancholy. Angelic choirs robed 
in static. Their lamentations are soon shredded into oblivion as agitated Harsh 
Noise destruction ensues. Feedback whips in every direction only to be obliterated 
by monolithic walls of distortion and white hot hissing blasts. At times it sounds 
like an orgy of writhing shrapnel. This is noise in a constant state of movement. 
Heavy momentum til the finish. Tracks like this are the reason Harsh Noise music 
is described as "smothering" and "oppressive." Split second pauses give a fraction 
of calm before volcanic geysers of death erupt once more with added fury. I don't 
know what kind of fucking parking lot this is...But this sounds like a scrapped 
knee happening over and over in an endless cycle of sharp pain and sore bone. 
High end frequencies come in warped waves and unnerving tides until H.F.R. 
decides to go all aggro on our asses again. At one point this becomes all 
out ultra thick annihilation. Machinery run rampant on a quest to devastate. 
Sampled female screams of blood curdling terror greet us at the end.
Abruptly cuts off and "Getting Hit With A Shovel Isn't All It's Cracked Up 
To Be" immediately follows before we can pick the gravel out of our teeth...
But I mean...What did you expect from a project with a name like HUMAN FLUID 
ROT??? Washed out static/distortion haze and rabid feedback. Distorted spoken
samples concerning religion, Sin, Salvation, Blood Death, The usual. Following
this the hounds of Harsh Noise are let loose to reek havoc. Abrasive/Vacuous 
movements drop into purring drones with a heavy hum. Samples are heard buried
in the mix as pedals drone emotionless. H.F.R. runs into a bad case of noise rage 
and decides to fuck us up after that. This is where he really unleashes
and holds little back. It's a mess...Like an audio interpretation of a really
really really really really bad day. (I'd call getting whacked in the face with 
a shovel a bad day...Just saying.) It sounds like trekking through a place where 
every major natural disaster is happening at once while triggering every other 
fucked up thing to join the party. So basically. It sounds like you're fucked.
And you are. For the rest of the track. Even the "quiet" moments are filled 
with scalding feedback and unsettling aural manipulations. HUMAN. FLUID. ROT. 
Give this man a round of applause ladies and gentlemen. The essence of sonic 
brutality is very much alive and well.

BOAR
III.) CULTURE HAZE /
IV.) WALKING INTO THE DEATH LOOP:

If you are into Harsh Noise music and don't know BOAR then, Well...I hate
to break it to you kid, But...You're fucking up. There's just no nice way
to put it. Stop being a dipshit and buy yourself a copy of this split. So
obviously the BOAR side is going to be a little quieter and a lot more polished
in comparison to the "Going in dry" approach of H.F.R. But that doesn't mean that
these two don't make a cool pairing for a split. They each stand well on their own
and present different interpretations of the same idea. You could call it something
like "PROJECT: MindFuck" and it'd accurately represent what's going down here. First
up is "Culture Haze." Here BOAR offers one of the many things he's known for. Cut-Up
Harsh Noise madness and keeping shit interesting. I've heard many BOAR releases and
heard many of the varying sides of the beast that is BOAR, And I feel like the material
on this particular split sums up and showcases a lot of the best elements this artist
has to offer. And oh yes; They are many. As far as the Cut-Up style of Harsh Noise goes,
Very few can match this guy. Cut-Up loops feed into a harsh onslaught filled with 
manipulations with a very digital/processed sound. Rapid-fire changes make it sound
like machine with a life of it's own. Harsh gusts blow back our grounding and push 
us further into the abyss. Suddenly we enter a negative filled of flat sound. Moody
vibrations shift, Sounding like a moaning resonance. Stop/Go Cut-Up attacks follow.
Warped frequencies and agonized signals duke it out with gnashing distortion until
lazer bursts and looped rock-slide rhythms come into play. Samples take the spotlight.
A weird voice slowed to a blur. Pulsating synth drones begin to fill the room like rising
water as the samples continue. The drone builds like meat slowly materializing around bone. 
Murky atmospheres in a wavering pool that suddenly vanishes to be replaced by yet another
relentless Cut-Up attack. Explosions and heavy artillery all around this time. A repeating
sea of smog rolls out like creeping gas punctuated by strange alien transmissions. Peace
can only last so long and soon the violence fires up again. At this point it sounds like
heavy Sci-Fi weaponry. Field recordings of galactic war squads fucking each other up. If
that doesn't sound appealing to you then I don't need to know you. "Walking Into The Death 
Loop" provides the kill shot. Samples of a girl screaming and choking filtered through
disorienting effects. If I am correct the source audio is from some dumb girl taking on
a hot pepper challenge or some shit like that. So don't feel too bad for her suffering.
The whine of dead technology is heard. Heavily manipulated frequencies are sent out over-
lapping one another. I feel like I've become a fucking radio signal as I listen to this.
Deep drones pulse under deep space transmissions. We've made contact and the shit sounds
hostile. Minimal rhythms repeat under crisp static. Hums and vibrations lull beneath and
then BLAM!! Boss level shit starts popping off. HEAVY blasts with longer pauses in between.
Pistons fire and engines rev the fuck up. BOAR unleashes everything at his disposal. Grave-
yard ambient rolls in. Long distant bells toll as the ground beneath us swells. BOAR says
fuck that and heads back into mechanical overdrive and loop-work. Full blown sonic death
in the vein of FACIALMESS/XOME/Etc.

Scorching Harsh Noise meets Cut-Up/Rhythmic chaos. Something for the whole family:

7/10
-Abattoir- 

https://breachingstatic.bandcamp.com/
humanfluidrot.bandcamp.com
boarnoise.bandcamp.com

Saturday, August 19, 2017

REVIEW - GRAND GOAT GLORIFICATION - WITCH BLACK MILK - CASSETTE

GRAND GOAT GLORIFICATION - WITCH BLACK MILK - CASSETTE
OMINOUS RECORDINGS/OR083
HARSH NOISE WALL/HARSH NOISE
BLACK CASSETTE IN STANDARD PLASTIC CASE
WITH J-CARD INSERT.


NO TRACK TITLES:

Tonight I'll be reviewing the "Witch Black Milk" cassette from GRAND GOAT 
GLORIFICATION on Ominous Recordings. A great label who I was fortunate
enough to work with on releasing our recent collaboration with SHE WALKS 
CROOKED. G.G.G. creates occult/ritual themed Harsh Noise Wall music that you can 
really get lost in. This particular release features two untitled tracks sprawling
across a 60 minute cassette. That's two half hours of pure darkness in which
to dwell. On the A side we have a track that begins on spoken samples of a
ritual anointing in the name of Hell backed by classic horror orchestra
music. This quickly vanishes to be replaced by HNW textures and tendrils 
that sound like they are constricting together like serpents or insects. 
The sounds bring to mind the process of decay and fill my mind with all 
kinds of strange imagery. G.G.G. offers a very organic sound. Rot, Carrion, 
Decomposition, The endless gnawing of worm and rat...All are mirrored here. 
The sound could also be compared to crackling flames as they dance wildly, 
Licking the bottom of a boiling cauldron. Meditative, Deep and dark. Obscure 
music crafted with dark magickal intent. The sounds fit the theme as well which 
is sometimes not translated well between artist and listener when it comes to 
HNW. On the B side G.G.G. follows the same formula as before. No frills, No bullshit,
Just pure HNW darkness with an attentive ear paid to quality and texture. Intro 
samples are utilized once again. This time concerning damnation and defiance of
the common laws of man. The following wall assault is denser this time around.
The fire is now somewhere between an all consuming inferno and a flood of soot
and ash. It's all fire and brimstone here guys. Multiple textures blend in the
best way to create a work that is both punishing and strangely calming at once.
The entrancing otherworldly force of a strange lull calling you into the maw of
death. I hear a lot of submissions. Especially in the Harsh Noise and Harsh Noise
Wall genres, And I've gotta say that this is some of the best HNW to enter my ears
this year. All walls are unique, But some stand out to me more than others. This
is definitely one of the some. If nature we're to wake up and uproot our worthless
asses for once. It might sound something like this cassette.

SOLID HARSH NOISE WALL WITH OCCULT THEMES. 'NUFF SAID:

7/10
-Abattoir-

https://ominousrecordings.bandcamp.com/

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

REVIEW - BOTCHED FACELIFT - BOTCHED FACELIFT - CASSETTE

BOTCHED FACELIFT - BOTCHED FACELIFT - CASSETTE
OBFUSCATED RECORDS/OR46
HARSH NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
BLACK CASSETTE WITH PRINTED TEXT.
COMES IN STANDARD PLASTIC CASE WITH
J-CARD INSERT.
BOTCHED FACELIFT IS:
DARIO - ANALOG SYNTHS/VOCALS/ELECTRONICS


A few months ago I had the privilege to review a split tape between 
BOTCHED FACELIFT and MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION. (While both sides of 
the tape we're well done, I found myself coming back to the A side 
for repeated listens. After the 4th or 5th time around I realized 
that not only was BOTCHED FACELIFT brilliant, But his work on that 
tape was quite unique as well as intensely punishing. There are a lot 
of noise artists these days and it takes something extra special to
stand out in the endless sea of static. BOTCHED FACELIFT is one
that truly stands out to my ears. Now we have a new tape on the
excellent Obfuscated Records. Once again B.F. has created something
worthy of your collection. The album is packaged with some really 
stimulating surreal/trippy art and the insert features a small
essay on correlations between noise and the process of dying.
A complete package that provides a great source of escapism.

SIDE A.)
I. VESSEL:
BOTCHED FACELIFT offers a single track, "Vessel" for the A side. A solid slab of analog aggression  and bizarre obscurity. Blown out distortion roars like a growing inferno. Dense and blurred by it's  own might. This begins to wind down into an ominous drone as if signaling future devastation. A quick  drop and we are in a wavering pool of lapping drones populated by shrill feedback and phasing atmospheres.  Abrasive textures frame our descent as things slowly flow into a quiet resonating hum filled with reaching static strands and distant gusts that hiss like coiling serpents. Electronic signals twist and expand in the background as the moody drone continues. Vocals explode into the picture along with a scorching blast of molten distortion over powerful analog synths. Dario's vocals sound absolutely manic. Like some kind  of daemonic Pterodactyl set loose from the smoldering pits of the abyss to reek havoc and ransack all it sees below it's wings. I must note that this is quite different from the previous works I'd heard from BOTCHED FACELIFT. I can always respect an artist who keeps it fresh. Feedback rings and gnaws at sanity 
while the tempest continues to storm. Heavy noise elements come into play and it begins to sound like an erupting volcano in slow motion. Drones churn out like scorching lava and molten death as feedback and vocals intertwine as one. Muffled/obscured by it's own immensity and heavy bass elements, Yet still able to feel like it's dangerously close. The use of strictly analog synthesizers gives this more of an "Ancient" feeling overall. A cursed relic that brings woe and strife to all who hit play. The track stays in low drones and inhuman fits for some time, But the drones begin to move and vibrate in a manner that causes them to sound like ultra thick Doom Metal riffs. I'm hearing tones that I usually only get from something like SUNN 0))), MONARCH!, (early) BORIS, and the like. The overall effect is engulfing and captivating all at once. Vocally this hardly lets up. It's an all out fuck-fest for a good portion of the track. Lead notes that are probably actually well worked feedback are heard shimmering overhead (But still somewhat buried in the blur.) Faint traces of the ghosts of melody can be heard haunting darkened corners. When the vocals do retreat, We are met with expansive atmospheres to wander in until the next lashing. At the tracks end however, We do get a longer moment of subterranean drifting to soak up. That should give you enough time to regain your senses before diving into the B side.

SIDE B.)
II. EYES OF THE JACKAL / III. TORTUROUS DISCIPLINE:
"Eyes Of The Jackal" is not only my favorite thing I've heard from BOTCHED FACELIFT so far, 
But one of my favorite tracks in the genre. The shit just does it for me. Now as we all know, 
The Jackal is associated with Egypt...A place that is said to have at one time been the Home 
of Cruel God's and Demi-Gods, Death, Plague, Tyranny, And every other horrible fate one can 
be subject to. The track certainly sounds like a horrible fate unfolding. Sweeping synth
atmospheres twist and swirl as low squealing mic feedback does the same. Vocals come in 
the form of raw rasps wrapped in distortion. A jagged attack that works great here. The
relentless quality to the jackal's hunting technique is mirrored in the vocal delivery.
Dario truly sounds like a wild predator. The track as a whole is pretty in your face and
stays there for most of it's duration. Loud blasts hit and leave behind comet trails of
wet/phased effects that linger until the next detonation. The phasers applied to the 
synths/drones themselves are heavily phased out which adds a bit of a disorienting quality.
Additional wet sounds are heard bubbling, Frothing and dripping as the jackal's jaws grip
you tightly within. Otherworldly atmospheres increase as experimental noise fuckery takes
place within the chaotic onslaught. Trippy shit to say the least. Trippy and pissed the
fuck off. The feedback acts as a boost to vocal assaults here and adds additional terror
to an already strong attack. Signals are sent out and warped to oblivion as wretched
screams/rasps persist in seemingly endless madness. Bubbling synth pools rise, Consume,
And slowly retreat under rivers of electric sludge. You're punishment has only just begun.
"Torturous Discipline" begins on even weirder ground. Here everything feels like a long
trek through cross-faded stupor. Seriously strange territory. If this sound could be 
represented as a physical place...The closest and most accurate comparison I could 
make would be to an old house of mirrors within a dilapidated carnival that's endured 
decades of sun, Rot, And the cruelty of the elements. Chipped paint and dirty toilets
all around here. Sewer drain ambiance that pulls you in deep and ignores your struggle.
Vocals/feedback are heard in the far distance. Greatly obscured in the mix yet still
present enough to make a heavy impact. Everything about this track throws off the 
natural senses and fucks with your perception. Sea-sick synth abuse that conceals
grueling tortures. Here Dario pretty much just lets loose. Screaming like a maniac
in a nightmare haze of his own creation. Conjured chaos for the chaotic to dwell in.
This one is hard to do justice with words alone...So I highly advice tracking this
down if you really want a unique (And BRUTAL) experience. The track continues to 
build and bubble into an increasingly unsettling work. Lacerating strands of noise
experimentation slice and dice as unseen liquids drip in heavy flows to the floor.
At the end we wind down into dizzying atmospheres that can throw off balance and
disturb comfort. The type of shit that leaves you a little confused but craving more.

THIS IS A PROJECT TO KEEP A CLOSE EYE (AND MOST IMPORTANTLY) A CLOSE EAR ON. BOTCHED FACELIFT HAS AN ABILITY TO TRULY TRANSPORT THE LISTENER INTO THE WORLDS PRESENTED WITH EACH RELEASE. WORTH HEARING. WORTH OWNING. CAN'T GO WRONG WITH OBFUSCATED RECORDS EITHER:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

https://www.facebook.com/obfuscatedrecs/
https://www.facebook.com/Botched-Facelift-306658389396550/
http://traumaticstaticwebzine.blogspot.com/2016/08/review-botched-faceliftmasturbatory.html

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

REVIEW - BACULUM/LIGATURE IMPRESSION - SPLIT - CASSETTE

BACULUM/LIGATURE IMPRESSION - SPLIT - CASSETTE
GUTTER BLOAT/GTTR01
HARSH NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS
TRANSPARENT TAPE WITH BLACK/RED STICKERS.
COMES IN STANDARD CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
BACULUM IS:
SAM STOXEN
LIGATURE IMPRESSION IS:
N. DESUAH


Ok, So what we've got here appears to be the first release for 
a label called "Gutter Bloat." I've got to say this is an excellent
start for them. First up we have merciless Harsh Noise molestation 
via BACULUM, Followed by the brutal rage of LIGATURE IMPRESSION 
(Who's previous releases on Danver's State and Maniacal Hatred really impressed 
us.) 

SIDE A.) BACULUM:
I.) AUDIO-EROTIC SYNESTHETIC EJACULATION:
The track title truly says it all. And the album art reveals that 
we are going into dark territory. BACULUM delivers ripping distortion
that comes in a sulphurous vortex. It truly sounds like the gates of
Hell have burst open and the degree of destruction is off the fucking
charts. Rusty hinge squeals are heard like the nails of some poor fuck
being dragged into the smoldering abyss scratching in vain. All the tones
and textures BACULUM use here are pure abrasive abuse...And yet, Even in
the midst of this chaos you can hear moments of respite. Moments where things
wind down like a deep exhalation...As if saying, "Ok, I got this, It's just
fire and brimstone." Hope you got your second wind cause it's not over yet.
The maw of the maelstrom grins wide as scorching feedback blasts like hot
wind in your face. The sounds of mangled destruction in progress. High end
frequencies appear like blips on radar and then vanish. Piles of aural debris 
and rubbish carelessly spilling into your consciousness. It's like listening
to a Concrete Musique tribute to raw sewage. Totally repulsive in the best 
possible way. Various movements occur. Each a traumatic, Yet exhilarating 
occurrence. Harsh Noise often relies on sexual themes, But many works lack 
passion/inspiration. BACULUM is not one of those. Instead we get something
with all the force and excitement of an intense B.D.S.M. session. Crackling 
static whips and oceanic tidal waves among surging vibration. Late in the 
track we are treated to glitch/experimental elements that are a real nice 
touch. Seemingly random signals and blasts that reach out to pull you in 
deeper. Each time you think the track is over it strikes out again. Final 
thrusts to make sure the job is done. Total sensory overload that will leave 
you sweating with heavy breaths. This is what it would sound like to be fucked 
by noise. And I guarantee you that once you put the tape in and hit play...
You're fucked. Harsh Noise that's foaming at the mouth and ready to leave 
some heavy love marks.

SIDE B.) LIGATURE IMPRESSION:
II.) OVERSTIMULATION / III.) DEMULCENT /
IV.) NERVE DAMAGE:
They should really make you sign a death waver before having you review shit
like this. LIGATURE IMPRESSION presents three offerings that make me nervous
and excited upon reading the track titles. What LIGATURE IMPRESSION crafts
could be compared to artists along the lines of GNAWED, ABJECTION RITUAL,
TEN THOUSAND MILES OF ARTERIES, Etc. After the A side overloads our senses,
"Over-stimulation" comes to put another bullet in our heads and finish the
job. Pure electronic terror. Weird digitized heavy drones strike and recoil
into scathing feedback. Scratching distorted dread comes in heavy clawing and
raking. It feels like pressure is building up and shits about to fucking blow.
Music to make you on edge and paranoid as you await the next Hell. We know it's
coming...Might as well strap in. Unsettling rumbles and vibrations arise from
clawing death as vocals are spewed into a vortex of harsh industrial noise 
textures. They adeptly match the strange ferocity that provides their backdrop.
Manic and seemingly random bursts of hostility cloaked in effects/filters and
here to intimidate and torture. Phaser effects on the feedback make for a cool
effect as forest fire atmospheres come in crackling waves and roars. Following
is "Demulcent." Wavering ominous ambient vibration that carries with it a hollow
resonance. Cold synth waves that offer a moment to regather our wits once again.
...Although the brooding synths hint at coming woes. Vocals come low and eerie.
Spoken through distortion with really cool reverb/delay/phasers/etc. This gives
them a truly creepy clinical alien vibe. I'd definitely compare this to STEEL
HOOK PROSTHESIS in terms of overall effect. I've read of supposedly true extra-
terrestrial abduction cases where extremely painful experiments and horrid mutilations 
allegedly took place on various human victims. I've read about alleged alien crafts 
examined upon recovery and we're said to contain compartments full of myriad human
remains. If any such craft we're to exist and such things we're to happen...This
track is exactly how I'd imagine the atmosphere in it to be. Obscure, Surreal,
Horrific, And without remorse. "Nerve Damage" starts with agitated drone pulses
and throbbing vibrations. Slicing feedback pierces deep as waves of "wet" electronics
flood in currents plasma. The effects used are obviously thought out and executed to
perfection. A powerful hum resides beneath as chaos is let loose overhead. The vocals
are similar to the previous track, But with more malice and aggression this time around.
They sound like they are coming from an entity from another dimension. Not quite organic,
Not quite mechanical, But some hybrid bastard in-between with a couple of screws loose and
a lot of pent up shit. In other words. It sounds perfect. Varying textures are applied as
things build into a messy slush of sonic sewage. The track sounds like it could drip out
of your stereo and infect you in your sleep. The intensity continues to build until we
reach the boiling point. Final outbursts and it's into the watery grave of silence.

A SOLID SPLIT. BOTH ARTISTS DELIVER TENSE, 
WELL CRAFTED EXTREMES. DEFINITELY WORTH OWNING 
AND REPEATED LISTENS. THERE ARE STILL SOME GENUINE 
DARK SOUNDS IN THE UNDERGROUND. THESE TWO HAVE MADE 
SURE OF IT:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

REVIEW - MONOWOLF/VITRIOL GAUGE - SPLIT - CASSETTE

MONOWOLF/VITRIOL GAUGE - SPLIT - CASSETTE
BLACK RING RITUALS RECORDS/BRRR001
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE/HARSH AMBIENT
GREEN CASSETTE WITH STICKER LABELS IN PLASTIC
CASE WITH FOLD-OUT J-CARD INSERT.
LIMITED TO 100 HAND-NUMBERED COPIES.


Here are two Power Electronics projects that deserve some more attention.
Especially if you are a fan of P.E. with more of a late 80's - late 90's 
type of sound/style. MONOWOLF has a pretty killer back catalog filled with
themes of revolution, Conspiracy theories, Social critique, Etc Etc. VITRIOL 
GAUGE is perhaps even more in-tune with the early artists and channels an old-
school sound quite well. Grim industrial soundscapes for a grim industrial world. 
Both artists are a great pairing here...Let's discuss the results.

SIDE A.)
MONOWOLF:
I. DEATH WORSHIP / II. THE LAND / III.YOU THINK RESISTANCE
IS A FUCKING GAME? IV. A LIST OF INFORMANTS AGAINST THE
REVOLUTION:

By the sketch of a stone hammer and a metal wrench on the album cover, The bold militant font, 
And cold gun-metal grey of the layout, I had a pretty good idea of what I'd be in for. Couple 
that with what I know and have heard from the project...And I was ready for war. MONOWOLF leads the assault with "Death Worship." Slowed-down spoken samples provide a look into harsh reality while offering a call to fight back. The brief intro ends as blurred humming drones, Harsh Noise, Caustic metallic scrapes and shouted vocals meet. A sudden drop into MONOWOLF Country. The vocals are clear bitter shouts rather than distorted screams, But come in a dripping cloud of bubbling wet effects. Rhythmic pummeling underneath carry things along as MONOWOLF calls it as he sees it. After a while the aggression and tension in the track have nearly doubled. Feedback whines at the end and we fade out. "The Land" bleeds in as a smothered drone that begins to build into a wavering pulse as harsh sheet metal scraping repeats through pools of delay. Power emits and recoils into feedback and junk percussive abuse before heading deeper down. Like spiraling down the center of a tower of sharp rusted death. Whatever land this is...It's a bleak fucking place. Abrasive and forceful sounds are heard, Like that of something trying to scratch it's way through metal. Following are quieter movements with unsettling shifting and a constant feedback ring. Metal pipes, Wires, Junk, Etc are a constant, But eventually join in an awesome rhythmic part that soon becomes an all out hissing Harsh Noise attack. Following are samples concerning fighting against oppressive Government via an interview with a very upset and passionate individual who's had enough of other people's shit and plans on doing something about it. Excellent experimental noise elements come into play. Dense blasts in rhythmic motions along with emergency alarm synths. Filter and oscillators are expertly controlled as the mission is executed. Varying tempos and wispy resonances guide us into another vocal barrage. The vocals have a similar quality throughout the release, But seem to have an added menace here. Persistent signals ring over slow, bass tones with a muted quality as if coming from underwater. The lyrics are blunt and to the fucking point. High confidence and heavy delivery all the way...."A List Of Informants Against The Revolution" is just that, A Power Electronics track 
that backs MONOWOLF reading off a list of names. Idk who these people are or what they've been 
informants on...But now we have their names if we wish to look into that. The track takes a slightly 
more minimal approach and reminds me of the sort of vibes GENOCIDE ORGAN or THE GREY WOLVES had back in the day (And still have today.) The names are read off with little emotion other than a hidden disgust. The whole piece has a strange and eerie quality to it. But shady shit and P.E. go hand in hand. Someones gotta call em out right??? Pedals pulse and fire off as drones come in slow sawing currents. Each name read is followed by a date and that's all. Electronic counter-attack complete.

SIDE B.)
VITRIOL GAUGE:
V. GROWING PAINS / VI. MEAT WAGON / VII. RE-LAPSE /
VIII. RE-SET:

VITRIOL GAUGE is a project I've been listening to a lot lately. This guy does some good work.
He's also now a member of UNITED-FRONT, So that should give you some indication that the dude
can deliver. "Growing Pains" starts on dense gusts quickly followed by high end noise fuckery
that vanishes into heavy P.E. droning. Sub-bass rumble grows as scathing textures slide in and
out. Sudden blasts and melancholic ambiance rise and fall into the almighty drone. Buzzing energy
is conducted and guided as further low-end shrapnel blasts detonate. Murky atmospheres here. Like
dark clouds over the aftermath of a great battle with the promise of bloodshed to come. Vocals are
inhuman and buried. They seem to voice a concept of atmosphere rather than deliver a clear or precise message. It's clear enough that VITRIOL GAUGE means business though, And that's what really matters here. I'd compare the vocals to DEATHSTENCH if I had to pick something with a similar approach. Death-Industrial soundscapes with a heavy P.E. influence. A winning combination. Hissing steam bursts announce the arrival of the final drone. A wavy outro with an odd foreboding quality. Intense. Not in a Harsh Noise sort of way, But ominous stuff that sounds like it conceals dangers in each shadowy pulse and motion. "Meat Wagon" follows with factory floor ambiance. Not really Dark Ambient, Although many elements are there...But this is more like serial killer music. Bodies on meat-hooks and untold atrocities in a small, Sleepy town music. Track lives up to it's name. Spoken samples are thrown in adding to the unsettling vibes. Shrieking feedback persists in the background as swinging chains and old machines do their thing. It sounds like you are in an abandoned warehouse or some sort of factory where a horrible night awaits. The samples are disturbing and work great here. VITRIOL GAUGE obviously knows darkness  and has no issue translating that into a sonic environment. "Re-Lapse/Re-Set" hit a little harder and begin on rickety machine sounds along a deep drone. Vocals are distorted screams somewhat deep in the mix that illuminate darker sides of human experience. This dude sounds like one miserable wretch here and it's perfect. Fairly minimal and definitely to the point without having to shout it in your face. Don't get me wrong, That obviously works out great as MONOWOLF has demonstrated, But it's interesting to hear various approaches to sonic depravity...In this case the "subdued" thing is really a good way to go. Rage, Spite, Electricity and suffering. All staples of the genre and all present here. There is a sound that continues here that is like being wheeled on a very old (And at least half broken,) hospital cart that really plays on the unsettling side of noise music. Things shift into heavy synth rhythms and subterranean windswept textures. When the vocals re-appear they seem to have a bit more delay/reverb and an increase of darkness. Repetition is often key in P.E. and V.G. has crafted some excellent sonic areas to brood in...And that is what this sounds like at this point. Brooding in filthy electronic revelry. Negative meditations to keep you up at night. Strange manipulations come into play at the end until they are abruptly cut off. Good night.

TWO ARTISTS WHO ARE KEEPING THE OLDSCHOOL IDEAS ALIVE AND WELL.
THIS RELEASE IS A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD. GO TO ONE OF THE SITES
BELOW AND CHECK THESE TWO DUDES OUT:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

facebook.com/vitriolgauge
facebook.com/monowolf
facebook.com/blackringrituals

Sunday, July 23, 2017

REVIEW - CONDO HORRO/MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION - PHALLITECTURE - SPLIT - CASSETTE

CONDO HORRO/MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION - PHALLITECTURE - SPLIT - CASSETTE
PETITE SOLES/PS76
HARSH NOISE WALL/HARSH NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH FOLD-OUT
J-CARD INSERT DESIGNED BY PETER KELLER.
SILVER TAPES WITH PRINTED LOGOS.
CONDO HORRO IS:
PETER KELLER
MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION IS:
FELECIA GAGGINS



Here we have a marriage of themes/ideas between two notable artists
in the HNW/Harsh Noise fields. CONDO HORRO is an HNW project centered
around economic collapse, Failure and corruption within that field.
The walls are thick as concrete and perfectly match the ominous,
Emotionless oppression of the buildings on many of the artists album 
covers. MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION is a one woman fuck machine that does
Harsh Noise and HNW with prominent sexual themes, Typically on the 
sleazier (Or sleaziest) end of the spectrum. On this release they
find common ground in the phallic symbolism often attributed to 
highly erected skyscrapers, Monuments, Etc. Thus we have the aptly
titled "Phallitecture." The tape is beautifully presented despite the
somewhat bizarre album art, Which blurs the lines between erotica and
fine art and features depictions of muscular men in the nude with famous 
buildings in place of genitals. Craft-fully and professionally done by the 
excellent Petite Soles label, Which is curated by Scott Kindberg of HNW
project SHE WALKS CROOKED and many other fine projects. Let's get to it.

SIDE A.) CONDO HORRO:

I.) THRUST INTO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD:
First off I'd just like to state that CONDO HORRO, AKA Peter Keller,
is by far one of the best artists to come out of the Harsh Noise Wall
movement in my opinion. His work is absolutely engulfing and I've found
myself becoming totally immersed in the sonic structures he creates for
extended periods quite often. His walls have heavy doses of a quality I
can only describe as "sonic weight." If you are new to the artist (Or
even new to HNW) This is a solid place to start. "Thrust Into Your
Neighborhood" sounds like just that. This shit rips, Rapes, Wrecks
and recycles. HEAVY distortion at high doses. I can't do the crushing
immensity of C.H.'s work justice with words alone. It's something that
you truly have to experience on your own. The A side is just one solid
industrial-grade slab of grinding texture and billowing force. It only
seems to get more intense as it persists. C.H. has earned my respect
through the quality of multiple releases, The commitment to obsession,
And having the balls to call out shit for what it really is. This is
what HNW is all about. As far as HNW goes, This track is a banger.
The rumbling of a mass rock-slide across the face of the earth. The
collapse of all the hollow bullshit around us. Some people just want
to watch the world burn. CONDO HORRO sounds like he's demolishing it. 

SIDE B.) MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION:

II.) GAGGIN & GAGGIN:
On the ass end we have MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION to shower us in her
own brand of aural filth. (Oral filth?) M.B. is a nice young lady by
the name of Felicia Gaggins who's perverse personality puts even some
of the most misogynist men to shame. And man, I gotta tell ya...She
really goes in raw with no lube and even less mercy most often...But
here Gaggins takes a different route. Low rivers of quaking audio rot
over a bed of even deeper sub-bass currents. Somewhere in-between Death
Industrial, Drone, And Ambient Noise Wall. She's found herself a cozy
little crevice to dwell in on this one and the result is mesmerizing.
Thrusting sub-bass rhythms rush in over and over again pushing us deeper
and deeper into soothing soundscapes that entrance and intoxicate. The 
ebb and lull of lust tugging at our minds everyday channeled into the 
form of a squirming, Writhing mass. Subtle shifts reveal new pleasures
as you are swallowed by throbbing waves in a slow seduction. Distant
textures and noises peak and hide in playful flirtation. Again we have
an artist with a dedication to fetish and converting it to sound. This
sounds like the thrashing of a thousand bodies fucking in the sulfurous
pits of the abyss. Passionate pulses come with heat of the moment movement.
Strip down and get in.  

GET YOUR PETITE SOLES OVER TO ONE OF THE WEBSITES BELOW AND TREAT YOURSELF
TO A COPY OF THIS. YOU DESERVE IT:

8/10
-ABATTOIR-

bandcamp.com/condohorro
facebook.com/condohorro
soundcloud.com/masturbatorydysfunction
masturbatorydysfunction.blogspot.com
petitesoles@hushmail.com