Wednesday, June 5, 2013

REVIEW-NITE SHADEZ-BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE AND A GRAVEYARD-CASSETTE-C47

NITE SHADEZ-BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE AND A GRAVEYARD-CASSETTE-C47
Out of Body Records-OOB007
Sound Collage/Industrial/Noise/Experimental
Comes in plastic case w/ J-card insert/Transparent wrap around sleeve w/ art print
and insert card w/ band photo/Limited to 100 Hand numbered copies.
Nite Shadez is: Rob Buttrum & Andrew Michael


SIDE A.)
I.)  BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE:
 Begins like your entering a nightmare walking through a long and unsettling hallway passing doors of other worst fears in the subconcious mind.
Drumming continues as if done with metal tools ,heart throbbing loud in the ears.Screams like howling wind sounds like a generator manifesting 
the ghosts horrors so that they may arise feeling lost in a black hole.Now remembering your past and darkness using your own guilt and sorrow 
against you.
A man can only take so much til driven to the point of insanity.Drums fade.Static noise of a bed of wires passing through the inner vortex.sounds of 
heavy 
machinery as if growing ever larger by your pain and fears.Such a black howl youve entered no chance of returning.Grounds are rumbling.The 
room is spinning.
Throat is closing wanting it to end.Fall to the wall  as stumbling steps add to the sounds echoing around.Industrial bells ring and bangs of metal like 
done from a 
black smith of hell.Your weakness your insanity is their desire.Entitys playing their tricks as shadows crawl all around.Just when you thought you'd 
catch your breath. 
Hear the symbols ring from the drums beating in your ears.Bleeding nightmares continue as if screams will save you? voices not your own 
speaking backwards 
and forwards.You scream and you scream.No one can help you you have entered the black holes in your face.Eyes the windows to your wretched 
soul!

SIDE B.) 
II.) AND A GRAVEYARD:
Spiraling sounds arising behind your ears.A slow drum beats steady heart meets the night shadez of the graveyard.Hopless souls cry out.Sounds of 
an old steam engine train begins and fades out.Steam creates fog engulfing your sight losing your way.Organ keys rise and drums sound the alarm.
All the dark horrors are aware you can not run enough to escape them.They scream.Dead with nothing to lose but everything to gain.You are the 
light 
in their cursed shadowy grave and they will have you.The dead and the living don't do well together.One always loses or becomes the 
other.Growing weary 
running feet pound on stones adding rythm to the drums.Steady now.Little voices and bat wings.Not sure anymore just whose cries I hear.Unsure 
of your 
direction you stand still.Lungs heave.Energy draining...Pouring out pores of sweat.Ghost drawing near...What do you do?What can you do?Light 
playing of 
drums and symbols awaken the biggest one of all.The graveyard enslaving  you.Roots of rotting trees bind your hands.Suddenly you wake up...It's 
a dream you say.
...All is gone.You stand alone facing the hell hounds who gaurd the place.You run! Run!Grave diggers find your body and begin to dig.Concious 
mind plays out 
your last sad song.It seems the Ghosts of the graveyard have won.

I give this brutal haunting a  7/10
-NECRODOLL-

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