Friday, May 31, 2013

REVIEW-ABANDONED ASYLUM-DERILICTS OF DISTANT HOPE-CD


ABANDONED ASYLUM-DERILICTS OF DISTANT HOPE-CD
Malignant Records-TumorCD63
Dark Ambient/Minimal Electronics
Comes in Glossy Six Panel Digipack
Composed/Created by: Lukasz "Dani" Czajka
Photo's/Artworl by: Czajka
Mastered by: John Stillings/Steel Hook Audio


I.) INTERSTELLAR TRANSMISSIONS:
Darkness falls.A low resonating hum.The sound of razor blades cutting through
the thick night air.The dark ambience feels as if it is cloaking a sinister figure.A
wretched thing of nightmares patiently waiting for the right moment.Nocturnal
sounds like those heard late at night alone in the wilderness and a shifting fog 
of sub-bass pulses.The razors growing ever sharper with each piercing slice.
Spoken word transmissions resembling "vocals" speak in unknown tongues.
The atmosphere it'self has taken on the sound of a cutting blade penetrating 
the solitary darkness.Haunting tones echoe on the horizon as a gathering wind
sweeps through stealing away the breath of life.All is cold and dead.

II.) SHADES OF NEBULAR IMAGES:
Deep pulsing synth like cello's playing a funeral dirge with the tempo turned
down to an extreme low.Something is active within the low tones.Moving like
a spectre.Rattling chains and other odd sounds form a sort of "percussion" to
this piece.Like a recording of a restless spirit walking the abandoned halls of
a run down hospital where unspeakable events unfolded.Everything flows and
breaths with a life of it's own and at the same time all sounds dead and empty.
The spirit is more restless as he rattles his chains over and over.An imprint of
a tragic memory played eternally through the ages.Buzzing thick synth rings
out and goes for the jugular.There is an overall sense of impending dread.
The feeling one gets from a sleepless night plagued by anxiety and uneasiness.
Wolves howl in the distance as we drift further.

III.) DRIFTING IN CONSTANT ECLIPSE:
A strong pulse of black ambience drifts and expands.Eclipsing all light in 
it's wake.Dense and hazy.Nocturnal creatures howl as they awake and become
more active.There is a piercing sound almost like feedback but of unknown
origin.A gathering wind looms on the horizon and slowly dances across fields
of utmost darkness.We can see nothing.Only hear and feel the arrival of the
terrors that await in the cold night.The winds grow louder with an impatient
urgency.Choir like vocal are heard like those of devout monks practicing an
occult rite that is not meant to be witnessed or heard by those from thee world
outside.They chant as if summoning something from within the winds.Maybe
the very thing causing the oncoming storm and the eclipse.

IV.) AMONG SHAPES UNKNOWN TO MAN:
Creeping forward like a serpent.Semi distorted walls of black.This sounds as if
it could have been recorded in deep depths at the bottom of the ocean.Strange sounds
like those of a rushed movement gives the feeling you are not alone.Rising and falling
electronic noize climbs and decends like a great leviathan.There is a wall of buzzing
noize although it has a softness to it unlike the harsh noize of many releases.Chimes
ring out through swirling currents.This is the most "Active" track on the album so far.
Everything seems to be building up to the revelation of something unknown to man.
The track title is very fitting as this invokes the imagination to conjure up strange shapes
of things in realms untraveled.Chains and chimes.Then silence.

V.) PATHWAY THROUGH NOTHINGNESS:
A low cloud of crisp ambience.A ceaseless ringing fills the air.The sounds of solitude
and deep thought.Away from the frantic world of man.Like floating in a crystal ocean.
Everything feels light and surreal.Swirling sound and layered textures.There is also a
sense of being caught in a place foreign to our knowledge.The kind of place we only
witness in a fevered dream or during the hours inbetween awake and asleep.A feeling 
only found in nothingness.All builds and drifts further and further.A massive expanse
of nihil.

VI.) ECHOES OF FORGOTTEN ORIGIN:
Sharp churning synths like a machine from a distant world.Defying our logic yet 
functioning all the same.Buzzing pulses like signals being shot through veins or
nerves.A second layer of turning synth cold as steel.Somehow this feels darker
than the tracks that came before.Moaning frequencies lay thick upon the atmosphere.
All is a haze of suffocating noize and dark ambience.High end buzzsaw blades 
cultivate fields of nothingness.Reaping and sowing emptiness.Like a harvest
of hollow emotion.A solitary note echoes like a sounding alarm.Despondency
is ripe on the vine.Sink your teeth in.

VII.) STORMS IN THE ENDLESS VOID:
The storm comes slow and formless.Growing slowly as it approaches.Gaining
momentum it begins to scrape along the concrete like the dragging of a lead pipe.
Whirling fuzzed out sounds fill the sky like swarming locusts.The ambience it'self
seems to be howling and crying out long the songs of mournful wraiths.More intense
by the moment everything becomes louder until it is a wall of harsh noize obscuring
all else.We are left to drown in this endless void.

MINIMAL AND EFFECTIVE.A JOURNEY THROUGH SOLITARY PATHS
AND DARK DREAMSCAPES.A SOLID SLATE OF DARK AMBIENCE:
7/10
-ABATTOIR-

DANI-EMAIL@O2.PL
ABANDONEDASYLUM.BANDCAMP.COM
FACEBOOK.COM/ABANDONEDASYLUM
ABANDONEDASYLUM.DEVIANTART.COM
MALIGNANTRECORDS.COM

Monday, May 27, 2013

REVIEW-ADERLATING-GOSPEL OF THE BURNING IDOLS-CD


ADERLATING-GOSPEL OF THE BURNING IDOLS-CD
Black Plagve Productions-Infect12
Black Noize/Black Ambient/Harsh Noize/Death Industrial
Comes in a fully illustrated thin glossy digipack 
Mories:Electronics/Synths/Drums/Voice
Eric:Electronics/Synths/Voice
Layout by:Mories

I.) OPENING OF THE TOMB:
From deep below the depths of a crypt carrion winds begin to blow.
A deep rumbling from six feet in soil.High pitched feedback spews fourth feeling
the air with toxic decay.A voice emerges.Inhuman growls almost whispered speak
a curse on the poor bastard that ventured here.Hostile and unwelcoming.The atmosphere
is thick and all is pitch black.Strange sounds are heard from within the suffocating wall of
black noize and screaching feedback.A low crunching pulse begins as everything grows more 
intense.Somewhere in the darkness muffled drums begin to pound at a funeral march pace.
We have opened the tomb to find a passage way into terror hidden below.The air is heavy with
rot and moss as we go deeper.The voice of some unknown horror our only guide.This sounds like
a lovecraftian nightmare come to life.The drums begin to pound relentlessly.Cymbols becoming one
with the deep cavernous winds that howl within the decrepit stones.Blasts of filthy noize are carried
on the wind like a swarm of locusts.Intense feedback, frenzied drums and walls of darkness.

II.) A VULTURE'S TONGUE DISEASE:
Black ambience and growls/moans of the dead and damned.Harsh noize that sounds like it is
buried far below the soil.Crashing triumphant percussion along with haunting ghost like choirs
sing to the glory of death.There are other sounds heard lurking within the malestrom of assulting
sounds but their origins are unknown.Drums crash like thundering hooves of the reaper's steed.
Manipulated voices and shrieks howl over the sounds of the choir.All buried in a forsaken grave
of vile harsh noize.Holding it all together like a cocoon or the thick strands of a silken web.All fades
to lower tones buried far deeper and then silence overtakes all.

III.) THE BURIAL GOWN REEKS OF SEMEN:
Feedback and sub-bass frequencies of horrid noize.Rumbling and grinding as black winds again
molest the air.Metallic death industrial percussion and loud clangs like a shovel digging into moist
ground.Death screams of tormented spirits cry in agony above the towering walls of noize.They 
call out again but this time are much more vicious going straight for the throat.Shifting rustling sounds
and dripping sewage pipes.An unspoke of place of burial for the raped and forgotten.Dense dark ambience
and slamming metallic sound.Someone dropping a corpse in a metal coffin and all is said and done.

IV.) DRAGGED TO THE SMOULDERING PITS OF INFINITY:
Clawing talons from the sky appear as howling winds.Unknown monstrocities hiding within them.
Ripping attacks of noize and high pitched sounds like a lead pipe against concrete.It is as if the very
air around you is tearing it's way back out your lungs.All is dread and hopeless.Clashing drums sound
from angry forgotten Gods in the greater sky.There is a cold ambience within formed by haunting synths.
The heaven's have declared war on all below.Their bellowing voice comes in low almost unheard gusts of
wind.If you listen closely to the demonic booms you can hear them cursing our existence.

V.) BONDAGED IN SHAME, DISGRACED IN FEAR:
What resembles trumpets sound.A low wall of noize like sand grinding in a desert storm is heard.Delay and
reverb drenched vocals pour out over the land.Insects scatter about in search of shelter.A low pulse of strange
electronics.
Tribal percussion that sounds like it is being played in an old shack within the sands rage on as the
winds beat on the walls.Attempting to drag the lone musician into a humiliating death.Electric signals and those
effect fucked vocals still calling out.The sky outside is black as midnight when no moon hangs above.A dizzying
haze of spiraling sound.Drums still pounding out into the deep empty expanses.They cease giving way to the
low moaning electronics from before and a few rattling sounds before departing.

VI.) SPEWED ON BY SLAVES OF INHUMANITY:
Death industrial percussion booms with crushing intensity in the vein of NDE or a louder BRIGHTER DEATH
NOW.Monstrous whispering blackened vocals like a death rattle.Disharmonic furious synths mimick an orchestra
of woe.High pitched vocals scream out in bitter hatred.There are things lurking within this myriad of torment playing
ritual drums and making other noizes of ungodly rites.Drums crack like thunderous whips over fields of electric hums.
Vocals rise and fall like daemons and angels in an apocalyptic battle.Daemonic forces delighting in hellish victory as
the Gospel arrives.

VII.) GOSPEL OF THE BURNING IDOLS:
Manipulated electronic frequencies whir and swirl in chaotic rythym bringing fourth the Gospel.Low cavernous
walls of deep bass tones join the frantic ritual.A serpentine hissing repeats in cycles like the life and death of ouroborus
neverending.Coiling and shifting tones as it continues.Glacial sheets of ice grind.The gospel is something meant for
another realm and not to be understood by man.Winds swirl and die bringing it all to it's end.

.ADERLATING HAVE RELEASED A TRIUMPHANT OPUS OF BLACKENED FILTH AND HARSH NOIZE.MONOLITHIC AND RELENTLESS:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

www.myspace.com/aderlating
www.malignantrecords.com

Saturday, May 25, 2013

REVIEW-CONURE/15 DEGREES BELOW ZERO-SPLIT CASSETTE-C60


CONURE/15 DEGREES BELOW ZERO-SPLIT CASSETTE-C60
DANVER STATE RECORDS-DSR38
Dark Ambient/Minimal Electronics/Drone/Noize
Comes in plastic case w/ two panel insert
Conure is: Mark Wilson
15 Degrees Below Zero is: Daniel Blomquist
Michael Addison Mersereau and Mark Wilson
Cover Photo: Emily Jan 
Layout: Mark Wilson

SIDE A.) CONURE:
(LIVE AT 550 BRYANT, SAN FRANCISCO CA, FEB 28 2009)

I.) FOR THE BENEFIT OF OTHERS:
A warm humming radience fills the air.Droning over the crowd.Whistling winds
hover overhead.Calm and reflective.High pitched feedback appears and vanishes.
Everyone in attendence is dead silent.Machines rumble and hum gently til the cool
winds take over the empty space.Very minimal with a sense of isolation.Low distorted
sounds like a broken record form a backbone and a rythm.Gaining speed until they too
are obscured by the restless winds.Like a cool breeze on a summer day.There is a sense
of tranquility which gives way to deep pondering as the sounds flow around you.A layer
of feedback rings in the distant horizon just beyond our reach.Electronic walls of sound
whirl in controlled frenzy like a dirt devil with an extended life time.Buzzing semi distorted
tones appear here and there each lasting a little longer than the last til there are none.The
winds become more restless and build adding more depth to the still ringing feedback.They
begin to howl a while after gaining momentum.Dying down and repeating the cycle.Each time
appearing more fierce than the last.The storm begins to rage at a constant to various degrees.
The audience silent in awe of the massive fit of rage.Freezing atmosphere.The sound of barren
tundras carved and hollowed by nature.Winds pause giving way to low buzzing electronics and
timed ehcos of feedback.The latter becoming sharper with each rise and fall.A scream of electronic
sound mingles with the winds that blow out in between pauses.The rushing gusts more violent with
each sharp electric knife.An assult on the people gathered.They do nothing but accept their fate and
listen to it carry them into a cold hollow oblivion.Their fate drones on and drifts.Monolithic and glacial.
A few more bursts of screaming noize followed by a final gust and the storm ends.For the benefit of others.

SIDE B.) 15 DEGREES BELOW ZERO:
(LIVE AT SOMArts SAN FRANCISCO CA, MARCH 26 2010)

II.) NEW PART:
This is a much different beast than CONURE.Beautiful synths with an almost post-rock quality.
Stirring and evocative.Warm and elegant.Low feedback whispering through the calm atmosphere.
All filtered through a foggy haze.There is a rythm that repeats in your head long after listening.
Spoken word vocals in a very low almost inhuman voice recite unknown poetry over the canvas
of textures and evocative sounds presented here.The audience is in a coma like silence as with the
A side.Manipulated electronics beep and buzz for a short period of time.The synths evolve and
harmonize with one another creating a wall of utmost beauty over low bass filled rumbles and
feedback crying towards the sky.Otherworldy sounds and harsher noize land among the synth
strings but they can still be heard and appreciated even when the noize and feedback is at it's
highest peak.Strange spaced out sounds and buried spoken words.A crash of noize followed
by droning textures of sound and a lone spoken word sample.so many rich sounds can be heard
here that it is hard to convey it in words.The beauty and wonder of gazing into deep space on a
clear night.Each star another sound to be heard in the great vast cosmos.All unique and part of
the same grand work of art.Deeply stirring and thought provoking.The longer we stare into the
great black sky the more we find and discover.Deep space soundscapes.Electronic whirls of
facination.Beautiful synths and low-fi haze.each unique apart from each other but blended
together flawlessly.The spoken words still reciting like the voice of a grand architect taking
us on a tour of his creation.Through distant worlds and universes.

III.) HORIZON SKYLINE:
Otherworldy feedback layered with effects and low buzzing noize.The feedback transforms
into even stranger pulsing sounds and drifts away letting the low buzz take new form.Almost
lost somewhere in the distance you can hear beautiful melodies of cosmic synth strings.No 
applause or cheering from the people gazing skyward.Just silent curiosity and wonder.There
is a deep sadness in the beauty of the synths and a sense of business and confusion in the wall
of lo-fi haze that obscures them.High end sounds float and hover about like living creatures
equally curious much more playful.Like before the sounds and textures range greatly but 
join as one like a living eco-system.There is a very organic feel to the entire B side of the
album.Pulsing machines.The sounds of a hovering mothership on the horizon skyline.
This is like a soundtrack to man's curiosity and quest for knowledge.Always exploring,
expanding and wanting to know more.The ship nears to land and it's engines push loud
walls of electric bass buzz over the grounds below.The engines work hard to bring the
craft to new territory.They struggle not equipped for the strange world unknown to them.
Shooting fourth massive bursts of noize and then growing silent as they meet the world below.

This is a great introduction to two projects of  Mark Wilson.Each a different sonic adventure through 
realms less hardly ventured by man:
7/10
-ABATTOIR-

Conure.Conurenoise.Com
15DBZ.Conurenoise.Com
Danverstaterecordings.Blogspot.Com

Thursday, May 23, 2013

REVIEW-RU-486-BLITZ AKTION CONTRA-CASSETTE-C30


RU-486-BLITZ AKTION CONTRA-CASSETTE-C30
DANVER STATE RECORDINGS-DSR39
HARSH NOIZE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/POWER ELECTRONICS
RU-486 IS: THOMAS MORTIGAN
COMES IN PLASTIC CASE W/ TWO PANEL INSERT
ART/LAYOUT: ANDY GRANT

SIDE A.)
I.) LIVE @ SHFL-HOUSTON TX 1/1/12:
A wall of fuzzed out noize and minimal "percussion" assaults a crows in Houston.
Swirling mists of electronics whir and fill the atmosphere with static.A pulse can
rears it's head.You can feel the anticipation of the crowd as the song builds up.
Sharp static cuts like a knife through a fog of noize.Twisting sounds intermingle.
Flowing in and out of each other.The intensity is still building like a bomb preparing
to explode.Feedback rings and the air raid sirens sound.War has come to Texas.
Screaming electronics and the enthusiastic voices of the cheering crowd.Blackened
screams lost in reverb and delay follow rallying the troops and assaulting the townspeople.
The atmosphere is massive.Screams call all brave souls to fight and a high pitched shriek
rings out along with cheers of the frenzied gathering.Noize reaches out to all four directions
inspiring moral and causing devastation at the same time.The sound is blistering.High screams
and hardcore punk style mentality.RU-486 has come to tear down the walls and leave nothing
in their wake.Electronics shriek louder than before and feedback attacks.The vocals sound pissed
the fuck off.This is how live entertainment should be.Brutal and in your fucking face.Applaud from
the audience and a friendly "Welcome to Texas from RU-486" 

SIDE B.)
II.) LIVE @ THE TAVERN-HATTIESBURG MS 4/22/11:
A low fog floods the room of a tavern in Hattiesburg as spoken samples speak in an unnatural
deep tone.Again RU-486 just has a way of letting the anticipation build before striking out at
the listeners.If this is their first show for a band like this I doubt they know what they are in for.
The overall vibe is intense as always and personal.A high shriek signals the crowds reaction as
a churning deep bass rythm begins.The vocals are louder this time around and twice as pissed 
as side A.Spewing out filth upon the audience.Harsh static punches the air in intervals along with
those brutal hardcore declarations of war.High frequency noize and static sharp as a spinning saw
blade.It is almost as if RU-486 is insulting the crowd and poking em in the chest like "Hey you,
Fuck you!"He then says "Kill each other now" and all hell breaks loose in the form of a barrage 
of Harsh noize and pounding hammer smashed metallic percussion.All backed by a death industrial
pulse.The set ends with "Were RU-486 and your fucked!"The crowd of the tavern couldn't be happier.

III.) LIVE @ NO SILENCE NO SLEEP FEST-DALLAS TX 3/13/10:
Spoken word samples in a layer of static.A warning of the oncoming onslaught.Noize floods the 
room.Quiet at first and then all out war.Feedback like a waterfall of razors.Vocals like a throat
grinding the blades and spitting them fourth.Pissed and full of hate.Insane high screams and full
on noize chaos.No silence.No sleep.No remorse.Rallying messages of hate are screamed with passion
like a WWII speech calling to fight for victory.The vocals become louder and even more hateful as 
dizzying loops of feedback are sent fourth like the grinding wheels of tanks rolling into Dallas.It seems
RU-486 has a thing for ear fucking the shit out of whoever is present in the same room.Low dense
rumbles of noize and feedback from hell.A final high end shriek and mass applause.I'd call that a good night.

A RARE CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE THREE LIVE SETS IN ONE NIGHT FROM ONE OF THE MOST
PUNISHING BANDS IN THE GENRE.TEXAS HAS GONE TO WAR WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD.
PREPARE YOURSELVES:
8/10
-ABATTOIR-

DANVERSTATERECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM
DESTRUCTIVEINDUSTRIES@YAHOO.COM

Monday, May 20, 2013

REVIEW-THE VOMIT ARSONIST+THEOLOGIAN-NATURE IS SATAN'S CHURCH-COLLABORATION-PRO CDR



THE VOMIT ARSONIST+THEOLOGIAN-NATURE IS SATAN'S CHURCH-COLLABORATION-PRO CDR
OPPRESSIVE RESISTANCE RECORDS-RESIST-0.1
Dark Ambient/Minimal Power Electronics
Comes in a Digi-pack with full cover art
The Vomit Arsonist Is: Andrew Grant
Theologian Is: Theologian Prime
Layout: Theologian Prime. Cover Photograph: Jenni Theresa


I.) PROLOGUE:
Deep haunting synth strings resonate.Female choir vocals weave through the rich ambience
singing a beautiful lament.An angelic mantra dedicated to the reign of nature and all the chaos
that dwells within it.This is a direct contrast to most of the previous work of  THE VOMIT ARSONIST
and a great deal of THEOLOGIAN's past efforts.A sharp but soft synth cuts through but in no way
takes anything from the absolute beauty of the piece.Everything blends flawlessly droning out as 
a magnificent hymn.Stirring and evocative.Chills throughout the entire duration of the track and this
is only the prologue.

II.) GRIEF:
A calm breeze.All is quiet,too quiet.It sounds as if no man dwells on the face of the earth.A low rumble
aproaches at the pace of crawling death.A vortex of howling wind climbs from the abyss and dies.Cold
dead ambience.There is nothing left to feel grief over.Maybe this is just a tribute to the fall of humanity.
The world is as it was in the begenning.Void and without form.Death industrial pounding.Almost sounding
like cloudbursts and thunder.Gusts of malevolent wind blow throughout the empty spaces.Something is
being hammered out and formed to fill the void with substance of some sort.The pounding ceases once
again letting only the blasts of wind speak.It feels like you are nowhere and there is nothing around to 
grab hold.No ground to stand on.Nothing to cling to for the sake of sanity.Nothing is left for us.The cold
winds howl in mockery of the emptiness.Nature has taken her rightful place as heir to this world...
And nature is a cruel souless bitch.

III.) PAIN (CHAOS REIGNS):
Some form of life shuffles as matter returns.The earth is regenerating only this time without the presence
of man.Rain falls and circles the drains of a desolate city.Something pounds in the background though it 
is almost inaudable.A building thickness of dark ambient fog floods the uninhabited streets.What was once
formless begins to breath and start anew in a direction that none are left to guess at.Crumbling wet noize
begins as if something is being born that never was before.The air is thick with decay.Maybe that wet noize
is the breeding or feasting of maggots.Their jaws chewing hungrily on the carcass of what once was and 
will never be again.Louder and maddening it seethes.Sub bass rumbling from the core of the earth.Perhaps
things are not what they seemed at first.Perhaps they're are survivors.They must have been well hidden
and for good reason.An air raid siren penetrates the air warning whoever was able to survive to stay indoors.
Outside their is only grief and pain.A breath like a plague moves through the air as the maggots swarm the 
broken roads.Something else breaths and what sounds like breaking bones and gnawing of flesh is heard.
It must be quite some time into the apocalypse as it seems some of the remaining few have given in to
cannabalism.Or is it the beasts found in nature free to roam and hunt us as we did them for all those years?

IV.) DESPAIR (GYNOCIDE):
Despair and genocide.Two terms that so far describe this album perfectly.A low pulse.Rising ash and debris.
The time for cleansing has come.To wipe away what filth remains.Deep bass movement.Not one has yet dared
to venture outside.Cold sweeping emptiness.A short burst of static.Maybe a radio transmission or failed plea for
help was attempted.Again you can hear it but to no avail.Sweeping emptiness becomes a sweeping wind of plague
or some other great death.Like creeping death it slowly crawls at the speed of growing fungus.Making the entire
atmosphere toxic and suffocating.The air itself has turned against us.

V.) THE THREE BEGGARS:
Three brave or foolish souls stand in the decrepit waste.Begging for death if they have any sense left.Emptiness
surrounds them and the winds of pestillence.Everything is a barren wasteland.The beggars will surely die.There
is nothing left to ask for and no one around to recieve it from.Dark waves of ambience form a haze in which
only bottom feeding carrion could inhabit.It feels like walking through barren ice laden landscapes where no
light reaches.Freezing and hopeless.If nature is satan's church then may he have mercy on the three beggars.
Dark stirring tones then all drifts away as if nothing ever was.

VI.) EPILOGUE:
A pulse sounds through dark ambient waves.Fading and not lasting long.Nothing is present but those howling
winds ravaging the earth like rabid wolves.Deep bursts and fissures from the center of the earth rumble fourth.
Nature has reclaimed her throne and what she plans on doing from this point out no one will ever know.This is
by far the most empty, void album I have ever heard.The entire thing feels utterly hopeless and without form
but at the same time there is substance.A presence to be heard.Lurking and everpresent.Unlike anything I have
experienced.Anyone who owns or has heard this knows what I mean.A masterpeice of minimalism.This is a vast
departure from the work of both artists involved and shows just how talented they both truly are.

NIHIL.NIHIL.CHAOS REIGNS:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

THEVOMITARSONIST.WORDPRESS.COM
GASH-THEOLOGIAN.TUMBLR.COM
OPPRESSIVERESISTANCE.BANDCAMP.COM

REVIEW-DISSECTING TABLE-THE UNIVERSE IS ONLY AN OBJECT-CASSETTE-C42


DISSECTING TABLE-THE UNIVERSE IS ONLY AN OBJECT-CASSETTE-C42
DANVERS STATE RECORDINGS-DSR-30
Industrial/Harsh Noize/Experimental Power Electronics
Comes in platic case w/ 2 panel insert.
All Music/Artwork: Ichiro Tsuji
Recorded at UPD studio 2010
SIDE A.)
I.) SECOND AGITATOR:
Building atmosphere of metallic clanging and stark ambience.Whirling cosmic sounds and spacey noize.
Haunting "voices" swirl like winds from another world.Everything feels odd and inhuman.There is an 
unnatural feeling in the air.Scraping percussion and distorted gusts like the hot air of a furnace.Whatever
it is that is making such strange sounds seems to be growing more impatient and agitated by the second.
A weird melody with a childlike quality is heard.Clangs of metal pipes the deep rumble of the agitated
furnace.Ghosts of children play and laugh.Most likely burned alive in the ungodly outer realm.Their voices
swirling in distorted insanity.Death industrial percussion giving way to barrages of harsh walls of sci-fi effects.
Bubbling and warping around your ears causing a feeling of uneasiness and disorientation.All fades to a more
quiet ambience.Strange things stir and there is a black and white horror film score quality to the piece.Slow 
metallic percussion with a frantic feeling backed by an eerie hum begins.This is a total mindfuck of horror
from a realm beyond our own.Chimes and scratching metal along with a bone chilling myriad of tones come
in waves.More rapid each time.This is like walking through a nightmare or the realm of the cenobites in the
HELLRAISER films.Dark spacey ambience and harsh blasts of unknown sounds almost like tortured screams
of burned victims as the furnace fires up for more bodies.Flames dancing malignantly in anticipation to agitate
the flesh for the second time.Harsh blasting noize and the scraping of large metal pipes against a dirty concrete
floor.We are in a living breathing hell.A WWII holocaust.Ovens ready to devour their victims.Screeching bursts.
Deep pounding.Screaming electronics.All is a haze of utter chaos.Experimental is a good description and we are
the ones being experimented on.Demented lashes of noize like electric whips strike the air in random directions.
Maybe we have been abducted by an alien lifeform bent of totally fucking us up both physically and mentally.
A barrage of marching percussion heaves forward into territories of high end weirdness and then all fades
into oblivion.

SIDE B.)
II.) DEFEATISM:
Alien soundscapes molest the ears.A whispering serpentine haze and intergallactic sounds.Fuck your senses.
Huge blast of harsh noize and swiliring clouds of spaced out electronics.Radio transmissions or first contact
from entities with a dedication to our destruction.Thick and relentless.So many things are going on at once
which is kind of a trademark for DISSECTING TABLE for those new to this project.Moaning and writhing
electronics struggle for air in an asphyxiating haze of defeat.Whipping wheels of turning noize and feedback.
It sounds like something is hovering above brining mass death to those above.Agonizing screaming electronics
like the poor bastards below being tortured to death.A war of lazers on rapid fire.Total annihilation of the entire
population.You can hear the devastation they bring in waves of crumbling buildings and explosions as they fire
on.Sharp piercing feedback blurs the sounds of war.All is a blur of mayhem and terror.Cannons ready and streams
of rockets are shot forth in multiples.This is the fall of humanity.More screams of suffering and confusion.Over the
years Ichiro Tsuji has become the master of his craft.Creating annihilating collages of harsh noize and electronic
fuckery from distant vistas not meant for man to behold.But nonetheless he has conjured them forth to wreak 
havok on our ears serving as a conductor in an orchestra of madness.No actual vocals are present in the two 
tracks featured here but the electronics and harsh noizes scream hiss and moan throughout the duration of
both tracks.Assulting bursts.Manipulated loops that mimick screams in a cataclysmic event.Corroding scenery
and collapsing monuments.This really plays with the imagination and I am sure each individual will get something
different out of experiencing it and even more so with repeated listens.Lazer sharp without letting up for a second.
All out war that ends in flames.The universe is only an object to be destroyed.

TOTAL ANNIHILATION:
7/10
-ABATTOIR-
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Thursday, May 16, 2013

REVIEW-EN NIHIL/STRIATIONS-SPLIT-CASSETTE


EN NIHIL/STRIATIONS-SPLIT-CASSETTE
DANVERS STATE RECORDINGS-DSR-43
Harsh Noize/Power Electronics/Death Industrial
Limited to 50 hand numbered copies
Comes in a small oldschool V/H/S style plastic case
W/ front/back art and insert.
Art and layout by: Andrew Grant

SIDE A.) EN NIHIL:

I.) PROCESSIONS-I-II-III:
Slow crawling harsh electronic noize.Grinding distortion covered death industrial drumming.
High pitched noize rings like a plea for help.This sounds like the digging of a fresh grave or the
process of decay.Slow rotting and eating away.Each pound of distorted percussion like the
chewing of maggots.Apparently they are being eaten alive as the high pitched plea grows louder
then ceases.Death.A louder grinding turning of fuzzed out mechanical noize.High rings of feedback
at timed intervals.Like some rusted contraption used to grind corpses into a more easily desposed
of supstance.The machine works harder.Heavy death industrial percussion loops in circles like
a turning wheel only stopping to dump the excrement it holds into a disposal unit then it's back
to work.Flesh lacerating skin ripping electronic torment.Slow torment.Harsh noize screams and
the machine works in overdrive to finish the job at hand.Spinning faster.Anxiety invoking and a
feeling of absolute hopelessness as the last few shrieks of noize ring out.

SIDE B.) STRIATIONS:

I.) JANE DOE:
Deep pulsing noize and scrap metal percussion.Fairly quiet which gives it an eerie vibe.Sounds like
someone working the graveyard shift at a crematorium.A lone pounding sound like that of a body 
being tossed in a metal bin.Low electronic noize and high frequency ringing.Scraped metal and 
spinning machinery.An assult of harsh noize molests the emptiness writhing and swirling.Barrage
of pounding clanging metallics and a wall of high end shrieks.The oven's are fired up.Whispered
voices are heard though I can not make out the unspeakable things being spoken.Silence.

II.) HALEY PETIT:
Ear splitting High frequency noize backed by a deep distorted sub bass rythym.The flames are
licking dead flesh.Agonized vocals with an in your face hardcore punk feel to them scream over
the burning distortion and raging inferno of noize.In.Out.Silence.Like a grindcore freak making
power electronics.

III.) JESSICA RIDGWAY:
Desperate delay soaked screams and deep noize from six feet under.Whirling haze of harsh sound
and high screams of a steaming machine as if it's trying as hard as it can to cremate the victims within.
Clanging metalic noize and it's all over.Short, anything but sweet and to the point.This is the hardcore
punk of power electronics and death industrial.relentlessly ripping and without mercy.Fucking brilliant.

A SHORT BURST OF WOE AND RAGE:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

REVIEW-SKY BURIAL-THERE I SAW THE GREY WOLF GAPING-CD


                             SKY BURIAL-THERE I SAW THE GREY WOLF GAPING-CD
SMALL DOSES-DOSE-115/FIRST LIGHT-FL-01
Ambient/Experimental/Drone/Electronics/Noize
SKY BURIAL IS: MICHAEL PAGE
T.I.S.T.G.W.G. Features collaborations from:
Johann Eiriksson.Annie Hogan.Danny Hyde.
Jarboe.Troum.Craig Mcfarlane.Bridget Wishart.
And Xiphoid Dementia.
Lyrics on BEYOND THE VELDT: Wishart
Layout: Howard/Misanthrope.com and M.Page
Cover Art: Thomas Hooper
Mastered By: Ninth Circle Studios
Comes in a white cardboard sleeve with fold out insert and sticker.

I.) INCANTARE:
A Calm cool synth drone.Soaring female vocals via JARBOE.Deep and contemplative.Stirring stings
rise and fall.An old piano rings out a few heavy notes here and there adding a dense darkness to the track.
Ambience fades as the piano hammers on.Ritual vocals hang on the horizon in long intervals.Growing to
more of a climax as the track continues.Haunting,thought provoking and beautiful.Another choir like sound
can be heard beneath JARBOES soaring vocal.The whole piece seems to breath and fly on the wings of eagles.
Both dark and light tones blending together flawlessly.Tribal industial drumming climbs to join the rest of the
ensamble.Looped and trance invoking.It feels as if you are the lone witness to an ancient rite or ceremony that
few outside of a select circle have ever had the honor to witness.Like an accidental discovery of a lost tribe
during a sacred festival.Drums end.Vocals ring out and stretch to their limits and end in an echo.

II.) SHEDDING THE HUSK:
Deep chamber strings sounding like a preperation for war.Ambient undertones and fragile cymbals commence.
Strange otherworldly deep space sounds fill the air.Cymbals growing louder.Feedback and scattering sounds
floating with the spaced out synth.All while the chamber strings drone on in a persistant rythym.The strings cease
and a darkness approaches.Static crunches sounding like footfalls in the snow of a desolate mountain.Inhuman 
creatures chirp and speak in the cold wasteland.Strings fill the empty spaces like a warm breeze.Not many artists
can blend such contrasting tones but here it flows without error.A quiet gathering of chimes and strange sounds
is heard as the crunching of snow and stirring of strings fades and gives way to semi harsh static and ear cutting
electronics.Out of the snow and into a darkened cave.Industrial drums begin to pound from the center of the earth.
Heavy breathing static and pick axe percussion.Again there is a sense of discovery.Finding something that very
few know exists.Drums pound on into silence.What was discovered is unknown.

III.) CARNE[VAL]:
Carne[val] starts out nothing like the two previous tracks and feels very out of place but it's still early in the album
so lets see where this goes.Very out there electronics.Way out from deep space.There's a deep bass synth that peaks
and drops.Manipulated almost unrecognizable piano.It's sorta like something out of a 1950's sci-fi film but with a modern
feel to it as well.More manipulated piano playing but the time easier to distinguish.The track pulses and drones.A very obscure
piece and very surprising as well.It still however feels disjointed like it belongs on another album.Cutting "1950's" futuristic
electronics.Odd bits and scraps of sound.Spoken sampled effect laden words and light industrial-ish percussion begins.But as 
with the previous tracks it keeps with the theme that seems to be present of discovering something unknown.

IV.) SILENCE MOVES:
A warm hum of ambience.Like first rays of morning bleeding through the trees.Enchanting and contemplative.Slightly
higher pitched synth leads join and give the track a crystal clear sound.Fragile glass and morning dew.Things shift and
take a darker turn.Rumbling noize dances and the ambience changes into a thick blanket of night.Something in the dark
tinkers with tools or object of some sort.The sound of a lone wanderer exploring the far reaches past midnight.Rain begins 
to fall lightly.Metal clangs.Sinister tones that bring a sense of awe are found within the dripping night.A fragmented percussion.
Pounding of wreckage and breaking of glass.We enter a dark room where mournful melodies are played on a piano by one
who seems to have embraced solitude and isolation.Strange noizes like the thoughts of the lone musician fill the room as they
play on.The thoughts take over and stretch beyond the narrow confines.A whirl of soft ringing noize.The pianist snaps out of
it and begins to play a despondent song once more.From early morning to late night;Silence moves.

V.) BEYOND THE VELDT:
A rush of wind and building layers of textured tones.Brittle percussion and hissing steam.A beautiful melody tries to find it's
way to the surface.Through a hall of chimes until it rears it's head.Slow paced drumming and delicate female vocals via
BRIDGET WISHART.The ambience sounds like ELUVIUM in comparison.The over all song has the feel of SUNN(O)))'s
"The sinking bell" but not quite as epic and with less of a buildup and climax.A nice relaxing medetative track none the less.

VI.) FOOLS CIRCEL 9WYS:
Much like track three this is just straight up weird.Muffled spoken vocals that I think are sampled?What sounds like an
upright bass covered in effects.Strange electronic sounds.Spaced out synth and ringing cell phones and fax machines from
the 1990's.Then it takes a stranger turn and all of this sounds like it's happening in the Outback.Very odd vocal layers and 
scraping metallic sounds.Deep space synth and an almost KRAFTWERK type of sound.Tribal "chants" ooh and ahh. 
Then the track ends leaving you just as puzzled as when it began.

VII.) BONE TO BEAK(THE VULTURES SPEAK):
A thick dark atmosphere and resonating bagpipes in the distance.Metal,jewels and chimes pour out in a cascade.The bagpipes
begin to sound stretched out and manipulated as metallic industrial percussion is formed out of the initial cascade of chimes.
A small hand bell rings and sheet metal clashes.The pipes still stretching to infinity.It's like a Celtic funeral rite for a fallen king
who is being buried with all of his accumulated treasures and greed.If vultures speak they are most likely discussing their fresh
meal for the night while eyeing the burial.Silence moves...As do vultures.

VIII.) THERE I SAW THE GREY WOLF GAPING:
Death growls and black ambience.Pitch shifted low growls like a lion or some beast in a cave.Stirring,restless and hungry.
pacing it's den agrravated and impatient.Bagpipes are again sound out and seem to pacify the beast.High screeching noize
bursts out and rings in continuous intervals.The pipes begin to sound distorted...not a harsh distortion but more like they
are melting.This is the audio equivelant of a Salvador Dali painting.Surreal and confusing.In a way this album as a whole
is much like that.Crunching "drums" and it all comes to an end.

THIS IS BOTH AN EASY AND CHALLENGING LISTEN.DIVERSITY IS GREAT AND SO IS CONSISTENCY 
FLOW.THE LATTER I FELT THIS ALBUM WAS LACKING AS A WHOLE.BUT IT'S GOOD TO CHALLENGE
YOURSELF SO PICK IT UP AND GIVE IT A SPIN.IT WILL FOR SURE BE AN INTERESTING RIDE.THERE IS A LOT TO DISCOVER IN UNDERGROUND MUSIC.JUMP IN.

6.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

REVIEW: WILT/EN NIHIL-PSYCHIC CONSTELLATION-SPLIT-CD



WILT/EN NIHIL-PSYCHIC CONSTELLATION-SPLIT-CD
 OBFUSCATED RECORDS-OR31
DARK AMBIENT/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOIZE
WILT IS: DAN HALL & JAMES P. KEELER
EN NIHIL IS :ADAM FRITZ
TRACKS 1-3: RECORDED,PRODUCED AND MASTERED BY: JAMES P. KEELER
TRACKS 4-8: MASTERED BY:TAYLOR VOELTZ
LAYOUT BY: KEELER DESIGNS. FRONT COVER BY: JAMES P. KEELER
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE W/ GLOSSY OBFUSCATED RECORDS ART CARD
AND AN OBFUSCARED RECORDS STICKER.

WILT:

I.) PSYCHIC CONSTELLATION:

Rain falls and twigs crack as birds and other wildlife call out to each other trying to figure out what's going on.
A heavy darkness pervades the air.A looming black cloud of thick ambience.Synth pulse and static noise accompanied
by rolling thunder.Frightening the creatures of the world below as it crawls closer.Slowly engulfing all in it's wake.In waves
of darkness from the sky it descends becoming more powerful by the moment until it nearly drowns out any terrified lifeform
in the world below.The ambience itself hides in fear as harsh noize and static walls descend and spread like wildfire.Something from
the deepest depths of space and time has decided our time is up.A black constellation never seen or predicted by the sciences of man.
Breaking through the horizon in swarms of noize to wipe us away.Thunderous malestroms of traumatic static.The calls of fowl hardly audible.
Only the corrosive fog and pummel of psychic winds.The winds whisper unknown words.Black flames devour the trees.Only those able to fly to the high
peaks escape with their lives for the time being.Order has fallen to chaos and the laws of nature no longer apply.Only a dark vortex draining all life to fual
it's rage.The black mass of noize and death seems to have personified itself as a living entity.Shaking the earth beneath it's steps as trees snap like branches
and fall on the forest floor.The birds seem to marvel at the oncoming destruction and sing praises to that which brings the death of man.This seems to appease
the storm for a time.gentle noize with a faint metallic pulse sounds along with rogue winds less powerful then those that came before.It is hard to say if it is peace
returning or death claiming the earth as all fades to silence.

II.) THE SOMNAMBULISTIC CONSCIOUSNESS OF THE HYSTERIC:

Harsh noize cuts the air like a saw blade.A grinding pulse is also present.It seems the storm was just the beginning.Harsh noize churns like ocean waves.This is
some seriously crushing stuff here.There is a hint of dark ambience hiding within the waves.Alien sounds mingle with the noizeblade assult, Twisting and writhing.
Swirling and growing.A metallic clang is briefly heard then murdered by the onslaught of the living breathing blades.Both mechanical and organic.It seethes,crawls
expands,inhales,exhales and dies.Letting out a few final "breaths" of cutting noize before expiring.

III.) BEYOND THE MANIFEST CONTENT:

From the deepest reaches of infinite space sounds of another realm ring out.There is a metallic backbone to the whirls and pulses of strange effects and building noize.
Strong winds like those found in deep caverns blow through out the cosmos.Harsh noize walls and wails of wind.The world has been swept away.Only the blackness of
never ending stretches of space remain.All is a void of chaotic storms and surreal soundscapes.Percussions peak and fade adding a sense of life to the lifeless abyss.But
nothing seems to be safe here as even they are smothered by the workings of the cosmos.Transmissions are heard from what remains of man's legacy.From the machines
and devices we sent into the deep unknown.Now they only aid to the symphony of our demise.Echos of unknown origin fill the air.Crunching static hovers and echos.
The rain returns.The birds return.We awake to find it was all a dream.A fevered sleep.The sounds of profound confusion and scurrying insanity linger.Desperate and grasping
for answers to just what really took place in the last half hour within the sub concious mind.It was all a dream.A fevered sleep.

EN NIHIL:

IV.) A FEVERED SLEEP / V.) A VAGUE RECOLLECTION:

Madness.High pitched ringing backed by an overwhelming dark pulse of synths.It swallows us back into a fevered nightmare.Grinding electronics.Crunching static.
Becoming of a higher pitch as the pulse of power electronics and punishing synths turn.Schizophrenic sounds of restlessness drift in and out.The pulse a constant
reminder that we have fallen into a coma of insanity.Obscurity.Silence without silence.Low rumbling and scratching sounds fill the ears.Like claws of scurrying rats.
We remain in this state for some time.The claws becoming more persistant.Again silence without silence.A sanity raping quiet rumble.The rats have entered our minds
and scurry around the soft tissue of our brains.They change form.An unknown horror.Like a swarm of locusts and offended rattlesnakes.All in our head.All in this fevered
sleep.Beckoned by a piercing ringing of feedback;We drift further.

VI.) THE WRAITH-I:

Again insanity is personified.This time as a ghastly wraith.Passing through our dreams leaving a trail of haunting resonating sounds.Deep electronic drones and invading static.
The entity walks the halls of our fragile minds.A wretched living anxiety.Uneasiness and paranoia are it's tools and it uses them to violate our senses.The sense of hearing is it's
main choice on which to wreak it's havok.This is the sound track to a panic attack and the fear of faceless horrors in the darkness of a room.These are the waking hours from the
torment of surreal nightmares.And we wake only to find that we are trapped in a perpetual state of fear.A living nightmare.A dark ambient hell in which we are forced to dwell.

VII.) HAUNTED BY THE WORDS UNSAID AND THE DEEDS UNDONE:

At last a sense of normality.A soothing rythym.Could it be that all we have been through is finally over?No, I think this is the sound of acceptance that things will never be the
same again.We have come to terms that these horrors are now our reality and this is where we are to dwell for the rest of our miserable existence.This is the sound of regret.
Another tool of the wraith.He begins to moan and torment us with images of the things we were never brave enough to do when things were good.The chances we never took.
The words we never spoke.Contemplative in the hours between night and day.The sounds of fragmented memories.Bliss we will never know again.Not in waking hours or in
dreams.This time of rememberence,regret and woe dissipates.We are flung into complete madness.

VIII.) THE WRAITH-II:

The wraith completes his task.Murdering all in his wake with a wall of harsh noize.A second blast of intense harsh noize more horrible than the first arises.You can almost hear
tortured screams within it.All has led to this.The decay of sanity and no choice but suicide as that is the only hope of escaping this "life" we are left with.Harsh noize is an understatement.
This is powerful as fuck and wants to devour all that you are.The wraith is the reaper and reaping time has come.And not even suicide can save you from his clutches.An onslaught of
HARSH FUCKING NOIZE...NIHIL NIHIL DEATH HAS COME.

BY FAR ONE OF THE MOST PUNISHING RELEASES I HAVE REVIEWED.THIS IS NOT FOR EVERYONE.NOIZE FREAKS WITH A TASTE FOR DARK SPACEY AMBIENT
GET THIS ALBUM A.S.A.P. THE REST OF YOU...GET IT ANYWAYS AND SEE HOW LONG YOU CAN LAST:
8/10

-ABATTOIR-

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