Saturday, April 27, 2013

REVIEW: U-731-MANNHEIM-FREE DIGITAL RELEASE


U-731-MANNHEIM-FREE DIGITAL RELEASE
OPPRESSIVE RESISTANCE RECORDINGS
MARTIAL INDUSTRIAL/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOIZE
GORDON LAZARUS: ELECTRONICS/PERCUSSION/SYNTHS/SCRAP METAL ABUSE/ETC
DIDGERIDOO: A.A. CHRISTOPHE
ARTWORK BY: GORDON LAZARUS
I.) MANNHEIM:
 A rallying war hymn sounds.The glorious march of a dead empire.Ghosts of their conquest and hopes of victory echoing on for eternity.Trumpets,war drums and enthusiasm.After the opening ceremony the crowd applauds as a solitary voice speaks to them of triumph and victory.Things turn sour.All the hopeful promises within the speech are slowly molested by a throbbing wall of noize.War march percussion and chanting of battle or rebellion (Of which I am unsure). Feedback and increasing intensity.The speech rings on.The march goes on.The noize grows thicker.It is as if the words spoken are polluting the air.Filth and grime building.Another failed system in the process of promise and decay.Deep pounding drums.Silence.He speaks.The sounds of enslavement and labor.Clang of metal.Buzzing of machinery.He speaks on.Promising,promising,promising.Always promising.Things grow increasingly bleak by the second.We are in the belly of the beast.Midway through this monolithic tribute to failure.Almost 20 mins in length.Various speeches from forgotten history are heard amidst the restless machines and slaves.They speak of many things but any hopes of a silver lining are long since forgotten.Out of silence bombs burst.Shrapnel pierces the heavens.A choir of angels sing a song of woe to humanity backed by the percussion of broken glass.Dense electronics.Whir of chopper blades.Thunder cracks and rain falls.The angels only watch and sing.Electronic noize begins to cut through the beautiful sorrowful atmosphere and ambiance presented here.It can not hide the sadness try as it might.All fades into the sound static from an old vinyl.As if a fragmented memory of a lone Veteran who survived these hellish nightmares. Billie Holidays-Strange Fruit Plays on through the emptiness.Bitter memories of regret and loss are all that remain.

THIS IS THE SOUNDTRACK TO THE DISTANT PAST AND VERY POSSIBLY…THE NEAR FUTURE:
 8/10
   -ABATTOIR-
               
               www.oppressiveresistancerecords.bandcamp.com

Saturday, April 13, 2013

REVIEW: WARMTH/ROBE-SPLIT 7 INCH


WARMTH/ROBE-SPLIT 7 INCH
BLACK HORIZONS RECORDS-BH-10 
DARK AMBIENT/DRONE DOOM/NOIZE-U.S.A.
Offset printed silver on black linen paper sleeves, 
hand-cut into a cross shape, 
folded and sealed with a wax stamp in an edition of 300 copies on black vinyl.

SILVER SIDE: WARMTH-SHE WENT:

Pitch black torture chamber drone.Scraping metal combined with
lush dark ambience.The bands name is fitting as this has a "warm"
feel to it.Warm like a burning oven in a dingy basement where one
would not like to find themselves.Dripping water and turning waves
of deep void-like sounds.A few shimmering traces of light.A strange
buzzing.She went,I don't know where but she's gone.And we flip over 
to see what ROBE has contributed to this release.

BLACK SIDE: ROBE-SUBMERGE:

And we submerge.Winds hum through metal pipes.Horns sound and Metal
drags across the floor.More frantic by the moment.This sounds like
the soundtrack to a horror film from the 1950's.Ominouse and forboding.
This is a great dark ambient track.Anxiety rises as the hums become
howls and the dragging metal begins to clang.The sounds here are eerie
and have the feeling of nausea induced by a rusty carnival ride.It sounds
as if something is being washed down a drain and the track ends leaving us
submerged.

THIS IS A PERFECT PAIRING FOR A SPLIT RELEASE:
7/10

www.black-horizons.com

-ABATTOIR-



REVIEW-PERSISTENCE IN MOURNING-ABSENT GOD/SLEEPING GIANT-CASSETTE


PERSISTENCE IN MOURNING-ABSENT GOD/SLEEPING GIANT-CASSETTE-C10
BLACK HORIZONS RECORDS-BH-46 
EXPERIMENTAL/DOOM METAL/NOIZE
FROM OAKLAHOMA U.S.A.
Packaged in a double OBI with a two panel Printed offset with 
silver ink on moss metallic card stock. 
Includes a silver ink on black fabric patch.  
LIMITED TO: 100 copies on black hi-bias chrome tapes.

A.) ABSENT GOD:

Sampled spoken vocals.Deep bass riffs.Funeral paced drums.
Industrial sounds and feedback.Buried beneath all this screams
struggle for air.Struggle to be heard.Samples and industrial
drums persist.The vocals begin to sound more desperate for
attention altogether more angry.Clean doomy vocals as the screams
to gasp.The riffs grow slightly faster then fall into the slow groove
they were.Ringing leads and feedback Then the doom laden vocals return
for a moment giving way to a few more wretched screams and samples.

B.) SLEEPING GIANT:

Industrial electronic rythyms.Downtuned bass and feedback.Sloth paced
drumming and a myriad of blackened screams way in the background.
Feedback rings out and serves as the lead instrument.Side B has much
more of a drone doom feel.Clean guitar can be faintly heard but not
for long.Srceaching noizes and more clean drones shine through.Odd sounds
peak their heads out here and there.At times it feels like two very slow
songs are being played at once as if some doom obsessed DJ decided to fuck
with the minds of his audience.Industrial pummeling and a lone tortured scream.

THIS SHORT TRIP GETS A:
5/10

www.black-horizons.com
witch.sermon@gmail.com

-ABATTOIR-

Friday, April 12, 2013

REVIEW: STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES-THE EMPIRICS GUILD CD


STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES-THE EMPIRICS GUILD CD
 MALIGNANT RECORDS-TUMORCD65
6 PANEL GATEFOLD DIGI-PACK-FULLY ILLUSTRATED
BEAUTIFULLY GROTESQUE ARTWORK BY: L.KERR
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/BLACK NOISE/BLACK AMBIENT
ALL MUSIC/VOCALS BY: J.STILLINGS AND L.KERR

I.) RENDERING HUMAN TALLOW

All is darkness.Suffocating atmosphere and howling winds.
A child's music box.A broken memory is heard.Then ripping
harsh noize and feedback.Vocals distorted to hell and back
scream louder than the howling winds.Think "Ancalagon" from
CREBAIN singing for SUTCLIFFE JUGEND.This sounds utterly violent
and threatening.No more childhood memories.We have grown to inherit
a post-apocalyptic Hell-hole.Deep rumbling industrial "drums" crawl
out of the center of the earth.Inviting us deeper into the Blackened 
pits this album presents.

II.) LEPROSARIA DROSS

Extra terrestrial soundscapes and deep lurking drones.Noize summons The vocals 
which have been molested by FX and sound like the aliens in the film: 
THE FOURTH KIND. Although what "kind" or "race" is speaking here is unknowable
as they begin to whisper among themselves.Maybe they are taking notes on the
poor fuckers they are experimenting on.High pitched ringing and swirling vocals
meet among booming thunder in the distance.Further we go.

III.) SADOMEDICA

Welcome to a mental asylum in a run down third-world piece of shit."The patient"
seems to be having lucid fever dreams/nightmares as "The doctors" prepare their 
utensils for operation.The poor bastard on the cold table begins to moan and writhe
as the procedure begins.It sounds as if something is being pumped into his veins by
some rusty contraption w/ a foot pedal.The victim begins to speak and cry out to
whoever He wrongly thinks can help in his dire situation.He cries in vain as we decend.

IV.) DEBRIDED NECROTIC TISSUE

Sounds of a mothership hovering.A deep voice speaks,Perhaps recording it's "Findings"
while tinkering w/ a patient.A scream engulfs all accompanied by the static of 1000
locusts swarming fields of used up specimens.Something much larger and deadlier than
the insects walks the decayed fields.Growling as it lurks on with some sort of machinery
to collect the bodies for some other use.There must be a large number of them since said
machine works harder and louder to do the job.Electronics and lone winds invite us to press on.

V.) GULA

Industrial drumming and low resonating horns of war.The leader of this horrid army
commanding a thousand minions encouraging the end of humanity.Drums of war beat on
with the rallying speech.WWIII is approaching.Razor sharp power electronics and noize.
They must be preparing their weapons.It turns out the "Doctors" were never human to 
begin with.No.They are a malignant race armed to the teeth with steel hooks and drills.
War will break out soon.We have no chance.

VI.) EMACIATED ANGEL

A wall of noizes and haunting voices.Humanity makes a final cry as the world is torn
asunder.Deep rythms,Thunder,Lightning.Synth bass and whispering blackened vocals.They 
seem to be analyzing the damage done and taking notes of their progress.All fades to 
ice cold desolate winds and black whispers.Cold and barren.An empty womb.

VII.) DISFIGURING AESTHETICS

If any survived this far well, I guess it's better not to be alone here.Hissing steam
and lost distorted vocals inhabit this toxic realm.Dark ambience.Bombs burst.A looped
call to arms repeats.Bombs fall harder.A debris filled wind sweeps through.Drums sound.
A voice speaks through strangled vocal chords.Disfiguring Aesthetics is fitting title.
Things will never be the same again.

VIII.) DECREPIT HANDS EMERGE

Distorted transmission.Inhuman vocals.Swarming electronic terror and the vocals become
filled with rage.There are many reasons to hate and the thing spewing forth has embraced
them all.The transmission resumes.Crackling distortion.The voice of hate has more to say.
It seems to be describing the wastes left from the pummeling assult that took place before.
Dark ambience that allows no light to filter through swallows all in it's wake.The transmission
resumes.It is almost as if two inhuman entities were having a conversation.End.

IX.) SCALD

Corroded electronics.A voice of swarms.This is the sound of a plague sinking it's teeth in.
Crackling static.High frequency technology.Maybe we were the plague and STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES
is the cure.This could certainly drive most people to madness.Those of us already there with
our insane ramblings and conspiracy theories should feel right at home.Not that they have left
us with much of one to inhabit.Again there is something very threatening about the vocals along
with the overall feel of the album.This is the soundtrack to nightmare surgeries with no sedation
performed by some horror we could have never imagined.

X.) DISEASE INCUBATOR

Fire up the ovens.There are plagues to breed.Machines rumble.There is something bubbling,festering,
waiting to be unleashed.They have found a way to eradicate us all and preparation has begun.Waves of
noize give way to obscured death commands.They want to make sure they get this right and no life is
left at by the end of this.Persistant the vocals command disease,suffering and death.The incubator
is working quickly.Rattles and high end shrieking as it cooks our demise.SHP have perfected the recipe
for disaster and are ready to bring it to our doorsteps.Dinner is served fuckers.

XI.) THE BLOOD COUGH

The disease is riding on the wind.A thick and roaring black plague.It Hits.There is not one left in 
good health.All is suffering and desparation.Noize roars like an inferno.Vocals sound like a throat
full of grinding razor blades.Some sort of pulse moves in the background.The pulse of the machines
loosing this black death upon us.Collossal waves and static walls.The razors have been swallowed and
we are all coughing blood.An air raid signals not to panic.Death is imminent.Just accept it.

XII.) ANTIQUUS MORBUS

The aftermath: A haze of noize.SHP leave nothing in their wake.Just the sound of a razor blade 
windmill turning and noizes that our race were not meant to comprehend.Deep sub-bass movements
and gnawing rushes of sound.Pulsating frequencies signal our extinction was their victory.
We are nothing but a stain on their memory.The murderous harsh noize of SHP has wiped out
everything.A void of Storming noize,static and power electronics.Broken sounds are heard.
One final transmission signaling completion.Silence.This is the sound after the end times.
This is the sound of no time.

STEELHOOKPROSTHESES.BLOGSPOT.COM
WWW.MALIGNANTRECORDS.COM

THIS ALBUM IS A LIVING BREATHING NIGHTMARE:
9/10

I ENCOURAGE ANYONE INTO THE DEEPEST DARKEST SOUNDSCAPES TO GET A COPY OF THIS ALBUM.
IF YOU DO SUPPORT THE BAND/LABEL AND GET IT FROM THEM.

-ABATTOIR-

Monday, April 8, 2013

REVIEW: DEATH STENCH-MASSED IN BLACK SHADOW



DEATH STENCH-MASSED IN BLACK SHADOW-CD
BLACK PLAGVE PRODUCTIONS-(INFECT-11)
6 PANEL DIGI-PACK/ART BY: JOHN PAUL WHETZEL

DEATH INDUSTRIAL/BLACK NOIZE FROM THE U.S.A.

DAREA PLANTIN: BASS,FIELD RECORDINGS,
JUNK METAL PERCUSSION,DRONE MACHINE,
CIRCUIT BENT INSTRUMENTS.
JOHN PAUL WHETZEL: VOCALS,GUITAR,SAMPLES,
SYNTHS,DRUM MACHINE,METAL GRINDING.

CORY ROWELL FROM "DEMONOLOGISTS"
ADDITIONAL SOUNDS/VOCALS ON "BASTARDS OF THE BLACK FLAME"

FEATURES MEMBERS OF DOOM BAND "WELTER IN THY BLOOD"

I.) EXTRACTUM EX ANFERNIS:

Track one on this beast of an album serves as a good intro
to the chaos your about to be swallowed in.Distorted winds
of black noize howl as "transmissions" of various voices 
(male/female) are heard but not clearly.Perhaps lone survivors
in this wasteland trying to find out if there is any life left 
in the wreckage.They get their answer in bursts of blackened 
death howls drenched in distortion,delay and reverb and low
rumbling machinery.All is barren.All is cold.Deep distortion
vibrates and writhes within and without itself.All is desolate.
All is cold.

II.) CORPSE UPON A THRONE OF WYRMS:

Dark.Dense.Deep sub-bass churns.Something scrapes and rattles
like rats digging for anything edible within a wasteland.Distortion
cloaked guitar throbs and brings a pulse to this dead space joined
by buzzing electronics almost equally distorted.A shriek of death wails
out.Agonizing blackened vocals smothered in distortion as well.It seems
as if the corpse upon the throne of wyrms has become conscious of it's
perilous situation.Or is it the wyrms that scream out in a frenzied fight
for the decaying meat of the fallen?Riffs and electronics drone on as the
moans continue to permeate through their thickness.Vocals climb and fall
like wyrms upon wyrms,then fall silent letting the riffs and noize fill 
the void.Riffs die followed by noize.No life left.

III.) SYMBOLS IN WARM FLESH:

Sounds of water dripping (or blood).Static and something else within
shambling around.Metal clangs in the background beneath dark ambiance.
Deep bass rumbles joining/swallowing the static and becoming blacker by
the second.Noize and darkness growing louder.A mass of power electronics
making itself known in the form of some instrument of torture.It could
well be the very thing carving symbols into warm flesh.As of yet the owner
of that flesh has remained silent until at last screams and moans of agony
can be heard far in the distance as the distortion fades into Manipulated 
electronics and then silence.

IV.) CIRCLE OF BLACK BLOOD:

Death industrial throbbing and strange electronics.A crash of distorted guitars
and then shrieks of black death layered in more distortion.Doom style guitars
ring out.It seems the ritual that calls for a circle of blood has begun.Low death
whispers reciting ancient rites and sounds of doom ring on.The vocals going
into high screeches and back to death whispers over the riffs.Sounds as if torches
or some other fires are kindling within this ritual.Silent noize and inhuman vocals
take over as a desperate scream or some other ungodly sound repeats until all is quiet.

V.) SHRINE OF VISCERA:

Harsher static and howling winds.Whispered vocals echo.Out of fucking nowhere
blast beats and black death riffs pound joined by bestial vocals.This sounds
pissed off and relentless.Still buried under a whirlwind of noize but the blackened
death metal and Industrial blasts and crashes are there.Again out of nowhere a change 
of direction.Grinding saw blades and blackened screams.Sounding even more pissed off
and dangerous in a way.The blades do their job and the final track begins.

VI.) BASTARDS OF THE BLACK FLAME.

Tattered rags blow in the wind.Creaking rotting wood.Rusty metal.Steam bursts and
seethes.Blackened vocals drenched in filthy distortion begin and are joined by
more screams both high and low.They begin to moan in a wretched manner.Cory Rowell
from the Black Noise project: DEMONOLOGISTS has arrived to aid in destroying
any thing still breathing in the apocalyptic world Death Stench have created.
Tremolo riffs and unknown noizes have also joined to bring about the end for
any who made it this far.A wall of static and electronic noize clouds all for
a moment and fades into feedback letting the tremolo riffs and agonized vocals
shine.Although nothing shines too bright in realms this dark.The bastards of
the black flame won't allow it.

THIS PUTRID BLACKENED INDUSTRIAL FILTH GETS A:
7.5/10

THIS IS WORTH A LISTEN FOR THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH.
SUPPORT THE BANDS/LABELS INVOLVED!
WWW.DEATHSTENCH.COM
WWW.MALIGNANTRECORDS.COM

-ABATTOIR-