Friday, January 10, 2014

REVIEW-GNAWED-FISSURES-CASSETTE-FULL-LENGTH

GNAWED-FISSURES-CASSETTE-FULL-LENGTH
MANIACAL HATRED-MH09
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOIZE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL
GNAWED IS: GRANT RICHARDSON
SIDE A.)
I.) MAKE YOU SEE:
Harsh bomb blasts of roaring sub-bass noize
and shrieking feedback over a field of emergency
signals.Pulsating chaos in rapid aggression.
Feirce and thunderous.A harsh static grows and
covers all as manipulated distorted gasps of
sickness spew fourth like a projectile vomit
of strangled and panicked burst.GNAWED is an
un-oiled machine of warfare oozing black bile
as it creaks along and Grant Richardson screams
through a throat full of rusted barbed wire and
mangled scrap metal.This is what pure fucking
rage sounds like kids.A frenzy of static,
harsh noize and pummeling aggression.
II.) SHUT:
High end feedback gives way to crushing waves
of pulsating distortion and an air raid signal
warns all to shut their fucking doors and stay
inside until told otherwise.Massive crunching
distortion and scrap metal percussion tread
along like the wheels of a panzer ready to
annihilate all in their path.This is what
happens when one refuses to play it safe
with music.Throw caution to a raging vortex
of wind and blast out tunes injected with
primal fury and a sharp industrial aesthetic.
III.) OVERRUN:
Blast after blast of harsh feedback and sheet
metal being pummeled and assualted by the ton.
It very much feels like you are being overrun
and then ran over again and again by a psycho
in a massive murder machine.Grinding metallic
noize like a room full of endless rusted hinges
being toyed with over and over just for the
fuck of it.Rolling distortion crushes all
it it's wake just for the sake of destruction.
Like being caught in a trash compactor in the
ninth ring of hell.
IV.) DIGGER:
Giant machines dig straight through the center
of the earth in huge swings.This could also
be considered industrial grade percussion if
you have a good ear.A million razor blades then
slice through the air with the strength of a
tornado on a rampage and it's your lucky trailor
park it chose to take a detour through.It sounds
like the entire world around you is crumbling and
falling apart and there is not a damn thing your
helpless ass can do about it but try not to get
caught in the destruction.Blurred muffled vocals
can be heard coming from somewhere within the
twister but vanish as quick as they came giving
way to another dynamite blast through the earth's
core.This is Grade A power electronics my friends.
V.) GUILT:
Industrial percussion backs a wave of sub-bass rumbling
as ultra distorted noize sounds off through ear grinding
feedback and nerve splitting metallic noize.Spoken word
samples of a man confessing that he just simply "can't"
anymore struggle to be heard through torrential walls
of violating sound.Machine gun pulses battle it out
but lose the fight as howling feedback and shrapnel
shard metallic grinding gain momentum.Imagine a black
hole appearing in your bedroom and pulling you and all
you own within and you may have a pretty good idea of
what this sounds like.Ripping tearing harsh distortion
come to claim the guilty.A woman screams at the sheer
horror of it all as judgement is served.
VI.) STANDING:
Scraping screeching metallics like something heard in
a dingy killers basement.Sub-bass synths moan like his
disoriented victims singing along in vain to a chorus
of feedback.By the time this is over no one will be
left standing as the title implies.We will all be
laid flat out on our fucking asses.Chains rattle
with gusts of noize and the hammering of nails.
A nice little instrumental to accompany late night
slaughteringand torture.Have fun cleaning up the
fucking mess.
VII.) FISSURES:
Deep synth ambience through mild distortion covers
all in a vast black shadow.Ground splitting blasts
of harsh rumbling noize pound with no remorse.Loud
distorted vocals stab at the ears in all their rage
and glory.Intense is an understatement.This is what
true aggression sounds like.Fuck you and your Slipknot
T-shirts ya bitchy little pricks.There is a raw honesty
and agony to the sounds that fill this cassette.Stripped
bare and raped for your listening pleasure.
VIII.) DRIFT:
This is the end my friends.A factory of grinding crashing
metal and iron works.Sub-bass pulses rattle the windows
and shake the floors.Obscured and mangled vocals speak
with a mouth full of blood and dirt.It sounds like every
peice of equipment in the oilfields decided to say fuck
humanity and turn on their opperators as well as whoever
the fuck else looked like a worthy target.The only thing
left to drift by the time it's all over are torn limbs
in a river of blood.Side B repeats the program so how
about we listen to this again only twice as loud?
SIDE B.)
PROGRAM REPEATS ON BOTH SIDES...
FLIP THE TAPE AND INDULGE YOURSEVES...
AGGRESSION IN PERFECTION/
FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S BON JOVI:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

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