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.

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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-

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