Wednesday, April 23, 2014

REVIEW-THEOLOGIAN-RELIQUARIES-CDR

THEOLOGIAN-RELIQUARIES-CDR
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH AMBIENT
COMES IN A BLACK PLASTIC BAG WITH
LARGE STICKER.CD IN A BLACK PAPER SLEEVE
WITH TWO INSERTS FEAT. ARTWORK AND
LYRICS.ALSO INCLUDES A HANDMADE RELIQUARIE
PRESENTED IN A SMALL CANVAS BAG WITH ARTWORD
STAMPED ON THE BAG ITSELF.
RECORDED BY: THEOLOGIAN PRIME 2013/2014.
ADDITIONAL VOCALS ON TRACKS I AND IV BY:
GRETCHEN HEINEL



I.) THE WORLD IS THUS: 
Sinister tones mingle and bring us into a dark underground
world of deep beauty.The speech of bats in flight fills the air
as plodding rythms carry us further into the blackness.The air
is thick and electric.This is a very cinematic piece and could 
quite easily serve as the soundtrack to some slow and surreal
film not yet created.The vocals present here stretch out as 
endless currents...Haunting and full of sadness.This track feels 
like a long lost memory or a hazy dream...There but just out of 
reach.The sound of the unattainable and the feelings of loss and 
regret that comes with such a circumstance.A synthetic brass section 
plays like the sounding of seven trumpets...Purifying the air and 
signaling for the world to ready it'self for a grand cleansing.

II.) SALTED WOUNDS:
I have said this about various songs for various reasons but here it
is more appropriate than ever before...The first few measures of 
"Salted Wounds" literally sounds like it was taken out of Silent
Hill...At least to my ears...However this does not last long as we
are cast into a pit of deep sorrow.Stirring strings and ground shaking
electronics.Thick and throbbing sub-bass movements rise along with
moaning vocals until the voice is almost lost in the growing rubble.
Pulsating drums pounded on debris reach for the throat as vocals that
sound utterly sick and diseased begin...The vocals are drenched in wet
sounding effects and strike the listening like psychic tendrils violating
the inner most chambers of the mind.This track reaches deep into the
listener and forcefully extracts emotions...Tossing them to the surface 
with no regard or mercy.As if exposing the wounds wasn't enough...
THEOLOGIAN then chooses to salt them with thick layers of static
noise and heavy electronics to ensure that you suffer well.Multiple
textures are applied to every layer of sound to create a vast piece of
destructive deconstruction.The world around you crumbles...Paint
peels off cracking walls...The floor splits beneath your feet and the
sky moans in sympathy of your fear and agony.The melodic but 
malinant chimes from the opening are present again...They bring
a feeling of uneasiness that hangs like a cloud of ash.The air has 
become your enemy...The atmosphere your grave...Your body a
wound to be burried in the salted haze that was once your place
of existence.You should expect nothing less from THEOLOGIAN.

III.) RELIQUARIES FOR SALTED GENITALIA:
Deep pulses and mid-paced machine gun drumming.This pounds
into your brain and grabs your attention as effect laced vocals begin.
A ghostly choir forms a fog of ambience like faceless attendants at 
a funeral...Your funeral.The vibe is one of mourning and desperation.
These vibes are poured into the air in large amounts that quickly consume
all in their path.Soft and heavy all at once.Slow and fast at the same time.
It is like THEOLOIAN has manipulated time it'self and used it as another
instrument in his composition.There is something almost sacred to this piece.
Like witnessing excorcism rites somewhere in the Holy Lands of the middle
east.Lashes from harsh electronic whips land on your flesh coming from every
direction at once.The choir has grown in volume and resonates in your ears 
loudly now.With every passing moment the feeling of loss is stronger.THEOLOGIAN
has an ability to fill the listener with emotion that is almost unmatched in the world
of Power Electronics...This is just another example of this in effect.

IV.)...THUS HAVE WE MADE THE WORLD:
A myriad of electronic sounds gather and form rythms.This track it'self 
succeeds in creating a synthetic world of great wonders and lurking danger.
Brass sections play in glory as a new realm is birthed.The voice of the creator
breaths life into the very atmosphere.Pulsing currents of static air move over 
the face of the earth over and over again.Things begin to quiet down a little
as all becomes a sphere of dark ambience and chanting vocals.All creation
trembles as they are brought to life before their maker...THEOLOGIAN being
their God and architect.You have been brought forth to live, fuck, suffer and
die...Blessed be.

A FAIRLY SHORT BUT STUNNING ALBUM.THIS SHOWCASES A DARK
BUT BEAUTIFUL SIDE OF THEOLOGIAN THAT IS WORTH LOOKING
INTO.THESE ARE VERY LIMITED AND COME WITH LOTS OF EXTRAS.
GET ONE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE:

9/10
-ABATTOIR-

WWW.ANNIHILVS.NET
KILL@ANNIHILVS.NET

REVIEW-JARL-SEALED VOID-CD

JARL-SEALED VOID-CD
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX/FORCE OF NATURE PRODUCTIONS
ANNIHILVS/FON-001
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/DARK AMBIENT/MINIMAL NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT.
JARL IS:
ERIK JARL (IRM)



ALL TRACKS ARE UNTITLED AND SIMPLY APPEAR 
AS I-XII:

Sealed Void starts off like a raging electrical storm...
but not one without thought, No this storm is alive...
This one is well structured and has a plan in the works.
With every boom, throb and hiss power strikes like sharp 
nails across your skin.Like ripping duct tape across your lips
leaving you with that sharp burning sensation from what once 
made you so silent and submissive...Able to listen but not speak.
While in this state and entering this void one must simply endure...
JARL does not leave you with any other choice.Just sit back and enjoy 
this sinister ride as it creeps within and forces your thoughts to fade into 
a hypnotic state...Deeper and deeper with every metronomic minimal noise 
and rythm.Echoed sounds of death industrial noise almost sound like a shooting 
range full of gun crazed men all taking their shot at a paper bullseye wishing it to 
be otherwise.This entire sealed void seems like a bad dream.Time stretched flashes 
of random but terrifying thought.Ones distorted perception of life set to an aural 
apocalypse.One can not know exactly what he invisions...We can only listen as he 
demands every bit of your attention.With every little noise, crack, and hum this 
yawning cespool keeps turning and turning...Dragging you in deeper and deeper.
It sounds like parts of this were composed using field recordings from a barren 
tundras.You can easily imagine you are actually waking across such a desolate 
wasteland as you hear the dirt in the wind the cracking trees at the bottom of 
your foot steps....Hissing snakes strike you with fear...You wish you were home 
but home is far far away now.Dark ambience creeps all around like sorrowful 
deathly sighs that leave you cold as your heart beats grow harder and painful.
The chills never leave you as the music twists and writhes like a poor man's 
heaving body bef0re becoming catatonic...The eerie way he lays there before
 you with his gaping mouth and blinded eyes...The terror such an experience 
strikes into the hearts of the innocent.That is the feeling you get from delving 
deep into the works of JARL...Enjoy it...Grow fond of it...You might as well as
it's not going to leave you now.These are the sounds of rust...The sounds of 
decay and smoldering pages of dark ages in a time you wernt supposed to know...
But there is no choice now...We are in too deep and utterly lost.Now you must 
listen and record in your mind the wonders...The horrors...But most of all the 
memoirs left behind by Martin Bladh and Erik Jarl...Let your mind become their 
journal.Let the ink of their dark industrialized nature spill into your blood until 
it runs cold with ambience and death...Maybe then you will catch a glimpse into 
the mind of the entity known by mortal men as JARL.

SILENCE AND MOVEMENT...RUST AND DECAY...DARK AMBIENT AND
DEATH INDUSTRIAL SOUNDSCAPES BY TWO OF THE MOST WELL RESPECTED 
ARTISTS IN THE GENRE:

7.5/10
-NECRODOLL-

WWW.ANNIHILVS.NET
KILL@ANNIHILVS.NET
WWW.SYNTHETICCREATIONS.COM/FORCEOFNATURE
THESOULCLEANER@HOTMAIL.COM
JARLATEM@HOTMAIL.COM

REVIEW-SUFFERING BODIES-WILL SUFFER NO MORE-CDR

SUFFERING BODIES-WILL SUFFER NO MORE-CDR
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX
DOOM METAL/DRONE DOOM WITH ELEMENTS OF
DARK AMBIENT AND POWER ELECTRONICS.
COMES IN A BLACK PAPER SLIM CASE WITH INSERT.
SUFFERING BODIES ARE:
KRISTOFFER OUSTAD-GUITAR/DRUM PROGRAMMING/
ELECTRONICS/MIXING/EDITING/FINAL MIX
FRANCESCO GEMELLI-ELECTRONICS
LEE M. BARTOW-VOCALS/MIXING/EDITING



I.) UNTIL THAT GLORIOUS DAY, WHEN HUMAN LIFE
SIMPLY FADES AWAY:
Track one serves as an intro to "Will Suffer No More" and 
leads us into the unexpected surprises to come.This album
keeps you guessing and keeps your attention from start to 
finish...Considering who is on it and their backgrounds in
music it is hard to say just what is in store for the listener.
Especially since this was released by Annihilvs who I am 
sure you know by now specialize in Power Electronics and
other mutant offspring of noise and industrial music.We begin
with low synths expanding across a gaping void of silence.Static
noise builds as winds stir.Orchestral strings play quickly as booming
symphonic drums pound in the background.This sounds like the long
awaited plot twists of an exciting thriller in progress.Vocals similar to
what you'd expect from Lee Bartow after listening to his works as
THEOLOGIAN stretch out into infinity like yawning chasms.Everything
winds down to a few measures of electronic ambience and we are thrown
off guard into what is to come.

II.) SELF ANNIHILATION/A BURST OF LIGHT AND WIND:
Monolithic doom metal.Crushing waves of guitar and huge
mid-paced drums.Choir like vocals form a beautiful backing
to the track as lead notes ring and hang in the air.This sounds
like a combination of the best elements of bands like A STORM OF LIGHT,
CIRCLE OF ANIMALS,THE HIGH CONFESSIONS,NADJA and maybe even
later era SWANS...We shift into an almost D.S.B.M./Doom like dirge with 
more in common with NORTT than anything you would expect from the
man behind NAVICON TORTURE TECHNOLOGIES and THEOLOGIAN
to be featured on.Sorrowful leads howl as whirling noise ascends and drops
off into silence.This is not quite Drone and not quite Doom Metal exactly
but brings the best qualities of both to form a hybrid of underground styles
of metal.Almost eight minutes in length...This is what some would call "Epic
Metal"...It is almost a shame that Bruce Lamont from YAKUZA/BLOODIEST/
CIRCLE OF ANIMALS/Etc isn't present on this as this is similar to much of the
music he is involved in and his vocals would be an excellent feature here. 

III.) UNAVOIDABLE AND INCONTROVERTIBLE CATASTROPHES I:
Electronic noise drones on the horizon as shifting glacial movements
are heard crumbling into the depths.Resonating ambience builds and
gives way to titanic riffs and slow Funeral Doom style drumming.Noise
and Metal joined as one in a beautiful intercourse of pure indulgence.
Haunting guitar melodies and even more haunting vocals.The vocals
are slow and choir-like...They hang in the air like angelic sentinals who
stand guard over the rest of the piece.Cinematic synths flood your ears
as crumbling sheets of ice crash into the ocean.The beauty of destruction
in all it's glory.

IV.) UNAVOIDABLE AND INCONTROVERTIBLE CATASTROPHES II:
Part two of "Catastrophes" starts with a bang and falls into a dense
display of decaying electronics and moaning sub-bass frequencies.
The sounds of soon to come landslides preparing for descent can
be heard through the near stillness.This is a short track that serves
as a bridge of sorts to cross over the threshold into the finale.
You might wanna run before the whole place caves in and your
trapped neath the ice and stone forever.

V.) THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL:
The landslide begins as soft whispered vocals speak in contrast
to the chaos around them.The earth quakes and becomes silent
until the next assault begins.Vocals almost burried in effects and
very similar to what Lee Bartow has been doing with THEOLOGIAN
for the last few years commence along a backdrop of sliding plates of
earth and ice.The ground beneath him is splitting into a thousand pieces.
His stage a massive fissure as he sings.Lee ushers us into a new dawn as he
tells us to "See the future"...A few brief moments of dense ambience and the
new millennium arrives in silence.

SOMETHING DIFFERENT TO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO.
I VERY STRONGLY RECOMMEND CHECKING THIS OUT
IF YOU ARE INTO BOTH NOISE AND METAL:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

WWW.ANNIHILVS.NET

Sunday, April 20, 2014

REVIEW-STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES-RODENT ULCER-E.P.-CDR

STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES-RODENT ULCER-E.P.-CDR
412RECORDINGS/412RO51
POWER ELECTRONICS/DEATH INDUSTRIAL
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT.
LIMITED TO 100 COPIES.
COVER DRAWINGS BY:
CODY DRASSER OF CAULBEARER
STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES IS:
J. STILLINGS
L.KERR



I.) RODENT ULCER:
First of all...Look up rodent ulcer's on that machine of yours.
Pretty damn disgusting shit...But this is no surprise as SHP tend
to write about disease, death and crude medical procedures in
all their gorey details.Their ability to transfer such horrors into
an audio experience is unmatched and this is very much the case
here as well.Coroded metals scrape across each other as turbines
force disease filled winds into the atmosphere.Dense electronics
begin...It even sounds like the equipment they use is sick and dying.
Distorted down tuned spoken vocals and rising feedback.Layers of
decay and textures of despair backed by resonating and haunting
synths.The vocals of J.Stillings seem to be more deranged with each
release and here he delivers them upon a throne of plague and wearing
a crown of dead vermin.They come as low screams and moans filtered
through effects til they appear to be utterly inhuman.His throat is full
of freshly devoured carrion and his words are writhing maggots...So enjoy
that.Also it seems with each release he sounds twice as pissed and disgusted.
The vocals are loud and can not be ignored...Almost overpowering the low
ambience that they dwell upon.Musically this is very dark and drenched in
despair.Minimal percussions are used here in there...More for atmosphere 
and effect than any kind of rythm or beat.Electric currents flow and weave
through your speakers along with fragile chimes stretched to infinity and
dense gusts of wind.Things die down about midway as the plagues set in
and steal the last remaining breaths of the world.Warped vocals that sound
like malevolent alien voices are heard.Humanity has been used as an experiment
and a means of entertainment.If any of you have watched the movie "The Forth
Kind" the speech of the aliens in that one will give you an idea of how the vocals
sound here...For those of you who have not...This does not sound "friendly" in any
way, shape or form.The noise and ambience at this point is a slow twisting vortex
set through phasers and chorus effects cranked to ten.Strands of bass filled ambience
stretch out like yawning mouths as other synths sharp and cutting synths remove flesh
from bone...Humans for harvest...Low electronic drones and whipping winds rush to the
end in a race to extinction...Population: Zero.

II.) LICE:
This one is much shorter than track one but just as threatening.
And if you have yet to see the video for this track look it up...
Pretty creepy...Ok so we start with sharp synths in mild distortion
and a backdrop of machines awakening from a very long slumber.
The machines begin to breath and come back to life but find that
movement is more diffcult than they remember as their insides have
long ago given to rust and corrosion.Still they struggle...Oil bubbles
as it heats up and crude gears turn and chip away.The screeching sound
of rusted gates swinging open as a mechanical graveyard comes back to
life and we are cut off by silence.First time a song has ever startled me 
by ending...The silence catches you offguard...Thanks Fuckers.

IF YOUR A FAN OF STEEL HOOK PROSTHESES THEN THIS WILL 
NOT LET YOU DOWN.A LITTLE SHORT BUT WORTH GETTING.
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS PROJECT THEN MAYBE THIS IS A GOOD 
PLACE TO START BEFORE OVERDOSING ON SHP:

7/10

-ABATTOIR-

WWW.412RECORDINGS.COM

Friday, April 18, 2014

REVIEW-DISTEL-ULTRA2012-CASSETTE

DISTEL-ULTRA2012-CASSETTE
BELATEN RECORDS
INDUSTRIAL/DARK AMBIENT/DARK WAVE
COMES ON A CLEAR CASSETTE IN A 
PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT AND DIGITAL 
DOWNLOAD CODE.
TRACKS I-V ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY:
MEKANIK KOMMANDO IN 1981.INTERPRETED
BY: DISTEL IN 2012 FOR A PERFORMANCE AT THE
FIRST IN A SERIES OF FOUR ULTRA2012 NIGHTS.


SIDE A.)

I.) JAPANESE EYES:
Sounds of  finger picking on a distorted japanese instrument
travel back and forth from ear to ear through my head phones.
These sounds are accompanied by low steady humming...almost
to the point of throbbing in my mind.This throbbing seems to rise 
as a man's chanting vocals begin as if summoning his inner-most energy.
This dark wave of surreal sound then transcends and becomes well controlled 
static noise...At first calm like a waterfall and then a girls voice in japanese speaks 
for a swift moment and the noise dances into a well paced tempo.Bass builds up and 
I hear her voice again and again.All together now the words "Japanese Eyes" fly like 
retracting wings thrusting to a slow halt.We finish with steaming pumps of industrial 
machinery as the next track readies to begin.

II.) PLANTS:
Dark wave industrial beats begin this journey through DISTEL's interpretation of
the awe inspiring works of MEKANIK KOMMANDO...Plunging into this dark world
makes you imagine and feel things that you may never experience normally.This gives 
you that inside feeling...of the internal mechanisms of nature.And insight of nature of
the very Earth that we all must live upon.To everything there is a cycle.Spoken almost 
otherworldly words now weave through this industrial landscape of dark ambience like 
vines and electrical cords giving you it's true meaning.Or to sum it up shortly this is the 
tale of the never ending cycle of plants, animals and humans consuming one another as 
a means of survival.

III.) REPLAY:
This particular track has a total 90's Gothic Electro/Dark Electro 
thing going on.This sounds like a time when bands like AND ONE
and DO OR DIE (AKA Dance or Die) ruled the underground club
scene with bony fingers on cold synth keys.This one makes you sway
to the hymns as you lose yourself in the industrial beats.At first so sorrowful
then they pull you in like beckoning fingers...Only then to be unforgiving and
dreadful with its sharp tongued vocals.His words of truth ring on throughout
the air and linger in your mind long after...So this really is one that you will
"Replay" over and over.

SIDE B.)

IV.) VORTEX:
Snare drums crack like whips charged with electricity.
Spooky synth rythms that sound like they could be on
a Super Nintendo game...Castlevania type of stuff.The
vocals are shouted from the distance and almost lost
in the background among waves of static and hard
electronic drum beats.Haunting choir-like synths
spread out like tiny ghosts filling the air with illusion
and mischief...A vortex of souls singing on the dance
floor.I wouldn't exactly call this catchy but there is a
beat and I can imagine this playing in a club for dark
and/or underground culture for sure.

V.) WHITE SOLDIER:
Rythms of static and warped synths.Spoken word vocals
in a deep and "Goth" sort of tone are heard rising and
echoing.Steady beats with thick snares march on along
with sinister and slow moving synth ambience.The track
sounds like it inhales and exhales in slow breaths.Heavier
snares hit from time to time keeping things interesting and
adding movement.Again I can picture this playing in the 
background in a club with dim lights, Glowing drinks and
dark minded people...Downer jams for black souls.

VI.) ONDE:
Buzzing static like swarming flies and moody shambling
synth ambience.Onde is pretty much an outro track and
it does just what it is meant to do...Bring everything winding
down until it comes to a halt and closes the album.This is the
sort of track that leaves you pondering in deep thought about
everything and nothing at the same time.This is the shortest
track on the album...Being about half as long as the rest...So
this gives you a few brief moments and then vanishes as if it
never was.

A THROWBACK TO A TIME WHEN DARK ELECTRO BANDS
RULED THE UNDERGROUND CLUB SCENE.AND DONE IN
A WAY THAT YOU'D NEVER GUESS THIS WAS MADE SO RECENTLY:

7/10
-NECRODOLL-

WWW.BELATEN.SE

Sunday, April 13, 2014

REVIEW-BEREFT/FIRE IN THE HEAD-MA/PE/FU-VOLUME 1-SPLIT-LP

BEREFT/FIRE IN THE HEAD-MA/PE/FU-VOLUME 1-SPLIT-LP
EXISTENCE ESTABLISHMENT RECORDS
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL
COMES ON BLACK VINYL WITH DUST JACKET, SLEEVE,
INSERT AND FOLD OUT POSTER.LYRICS INCLUDED FOR
THE BEREFT SIDE.LIMITED TO 300 COPIES.
BEREFT IS:
PETER LEE: VOCALS/ELECTRONICS
ANDREW GRANT: ELECTRONICS
FIRE IN THE HEAD IS:
MICHAEL PAGE: VOCALS/ELECTRONICS



SIDE A.) BEREFT:

I.) YOU DON'T REPRESENT ME / II.) I WILL NOT ASSIMILATE:

So BEREFT (Which features Andrew Grant of THE VOMIT ARSONIST)
offer up two concrete slabs of punishing and in your face Power Electronics.
These guys are relentless here with a go for the throat and rip it the fuck 
our approach.Bitter contempt and disgust are the order of the day and
they are bringing two full servings for you to choke on.Track one starts
out with low electronic drones that slowly gain momentum.Static and
feedback begin to rise from the background.Suddenly huge blasts of rock
hard industrial percussion arrive along with distorted screams that lash
out in anger and echo with hate.Musically this is similar to GNAWED but
slowed down and less chaotic.Structured violence to help you digest their
message.The drums take a tribal/marching sort of turn and plod along as
the vocals begin to sound like a rallying speech to prepare troops for war
on all that was once accepted and tolerated.This sounds like a man who
is fed up and has had enough.Time for action.Streams of feedback fill the
air like rockets in mid-flight.Noise churns on and rolls out like the gears
and wheels of a tank on the way to aid to the cause.The lyrics are delivered
like a personal letter to some unfortunate bastard.Track two is equally fierce
and begins in a similar manner to the first.Low dense noise spills out over the
wreckage left behind by track one.Then a second onslaught of pure rage begins.
Again we have huge industrial percussions and assaulting layers of feedback.
Metallic drums are beaten without mercy,..No...Not your bullshit aluminum
trash can Slipknot drums...More like large empty oil drums being smashed 
with sledge hammers in a militant rythm.The vocals are still pissed but a
little more restrained...Like Peter Lee is grinding his teeth while speaking.
Saving and collecting his disgust for the perfect time to unleash it for maximum
devestation.Here BEREFT is a well oiled machine set to kill.Everything winds
down as the last few lines are said in declaration.Mission accomplished.Pack it
up soldiers.

SIDE B.) F/I/T/H:

III.) THE GREAT DECEIVER / IV.) IN HIS GARDEN / 
V.) MY RIGHT.YOUR WRONG / VI.) REMOVE THE GAUZE /
VII.) SODOM EYES:

FIRE IN THE HEAD gives us five songs that blend together and flow as one.
Where BEREFT chose to take a relentless and brutal approach.F/I/T/H do
things quite differently.All the rage and anger is matched perfectly but with
F/I/T/H Michael Page has a much different and quite unique approach.
One thing you will learn if you are new to this project is that no one else
sounds like F/I/T/H...Sadly Mr. Page has moved on from this project and 
now records under the name SKY BURIAL...Not that I have any complaints
regarding his current output...But F/I/T/H will be missed for sure.But either
way the tracks remain as a monument to originality in Power Electronics.
Harsh drones so thick you can cut them with a knife.Warped strands of alien
sound.What sounds like fragile chimes time-stretched to oblivion.Psychic knives
that slice deep into the listeners mind.Cosmic winds and just all together interesting
sounds are what make up the first few moments of the B side.Grinding noise like metal
pipes being dragged across concrete floors.Crunching distortion.The amount of layers
and textures that go into a single F/I/T/H song are impressive...Whats even more impressive
is the way they are structured and executed with flawless composition.At times this can be
very disorienting...Like being trapped in a house of mirrors filled with some kind of nerve
gas...Not deadly...But not healthy either...The vocals sound like they are screamed through
a throat that is alive with electricity...Words hiss fourth from a tongue made of live wires.
Michael Page sounds like some sort of pissed off transformer...Or decepticon rather as this
in no way sounds like something here to save humanity.Buzzing static fills the air as vocals
come like gathering clouds of toxic steam.Samples of a drill sargent with a sense of humor
give you a moment to breath before the next attack.Screams of "My right.Your wrong" lash
out in utter violence as looped samples command you to be faithful to the electric beast that
is FIRE IN THE HEAD...Dark ambience floods the senses sending you spiraling deep into a void
that manifested from nowhere.Harsh static winds whip your flesh in a frenzy.Distant objects clang
together and echo through the negative space.Grinding blades send sparks falling like great rapids.
Electric pulses begin to rise as the most vicious vocals so far come from out of nowhere.Guns fire in
every direction like a wild west shootout.Harsh noise and strange otherworldly tones gather and
band together.Chainsaws rev up in unison and carve your mind to shreds and then we fall into silence.
GAME OVER.

BY FAR ONE OF THE BEST SPLITS WE HAVE EVER REVIEWED...I CAN NOT RECOMMEND THIS
ENOUGH...THERE ARE ABOUT AS MANY COPIES IN PRINT AS THERE ARE FANS OF THIS TYPE
OF THING SO ALL OF YOU SHOULD ADD ONE TO YOUR COLLECTIONS.DON'T SLEEP ON THIS
ONE...IT'S A MUST HAVE...YOU CAN CALL US BIASED OR YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND
GIVE THIS A LISTEN:

9.5/10

-ABATTOIR-

WWW.EXISTEST.ORG
WWW.MYSPACE.COM/BEREFT73
PETERLEE@FORCEOFNATURE.CC

Saturday, April 12, 2014

REVIEW-THE VOMIT ARSONIST-THE FINAL PAGE-E.P.-CDR

THE VOMIT ARSONIST-THE FINAL PAGE-E.P.-CDR
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL
COMES IN A THIN BLACK PAPER SLEEVE WITH INSERT.
THE FINAL PAGE IS THE EPILOGUE TO THE FULL LENGTH
RECORDING "WRETCH."
THE VOMIT ARSONIST IS:
ANDREW GRANT



I.) CLAUSTROPHOBIA/INSIGNIFICANCE:
The Final Page was inspired by a time of great personal suffering.
This is very apparent by the direction this little album goes in.
Unlike the later more Death Industrial oriented TVA albums...
Here we have four tracks of pure aggression and pain done as
straight foward  and in your fucking face Power Electronics.
This is much more similar to Andrew Grant's work with his 
previous project BEREFT than any recent TVA album...That
being said...Here Mr. Grant takes the pure rage approach of
BEREFT and applies much more personal subject matter to
give us a small idea of what true suffering really is.This is 
some pretty harsh stuff...But harsh stuff with structure and
a keen sense of composition...So it has that going for it.Track
one begins as soft rumbling static followed by pulsating noise
and dense layers of shifting distortion.It sounds like a chorus
of death rattles  ringing through an empty air of despondency.
Scraping noise knocks us off our feet and drags us into a deep
chasm of torment.Harsh feedback fills the atmosphere as sub
-bass destruction fills the void.The vocals are distorted screams
that lash out in quick bursts of rage and then vanish leaving you
disoriented and on your toes.A near silence falls as a gentle acid
rain pours slowly corroding the landscape...Consider this a time
out to contemplate your insignificance.Low synths start and are
quickly obliterrated by an onslaught of everything that happened
previously but amped up and unleashed at once.Total annihilation
ending with a harsh strike of static.

II.) WHITE GOWN:
Churning waves of distorted and disjointed bass rythms and hissing
noise that fills the air like a flock of locusts.They begin to tear, bite
and rip apart everything in site as winds filtered through phasers rise
and fall.Feedback howls like ravenous wolves stalking in the distance
but still too close for comfort.Moaning vocals linger in the air leaving
an imprint of woe and death.Distorted screams and growls join in as
havoc is wreaked on the listener.This sounds like a slow death in a run
down peice of shit excuse for a hospital.This is the sound of a disease
running rampant and slowly eating you from the inside out.Towards
the end the vocals become the rabid howls of the last few agonizing
moments...Rest in peace...Ripped to peices...

III.) IS IT WORTH IT?:
Low drones of ambience and some pretty harsh feedback.Slow and
contemplative.Death was just a dream...The suffering has only just
begun.Track three sounds like an anxiety ridden night of debate with
oneself...Take the easy way out? Or fight it til the end? Looks like we
are in it for the long run...Ripping distortion once again ravages the
listener but with a different approach this time around.It seems like
the vocals become more panicked and hopeless with each track.They
come in painful cries for help that remain unanswered.A huge blanket
of static and distortion spreads over everything...Similar to something
you would hear on a DEMONOLOGISTS track...This passes as the drones
we began with take the spotlight once more...Highly distorted screams
and feedback beg for mercy...None is found.

IV.)INFREQUENT AND PAINFUL:
The last track starts with low drones as well but here they are filled with
the sound of the hands of a clock racing as time runs out.Feedback fills the
air like the rusty gates of Hell swinging off their hinges to welcome you to
the end.Blurred and frantic screams give way to waves of crushing static.
The shores of Hell call you forward to take your place among the damned.
This is pure agony...Music for masochists...I am sure this was intended as a
means of therapy or an outlet for whatever traumatic events Andrew Grant
experienced much more than for "Musical Entertainment." Which I am sure
will just make you sadistic fucks want to get this album more...Well do it...
As usual THE VOMIT ARSONIST does not dissapoint.

A COMPANION PEICE TO THE VOMIT ARSONIST'S ALBUM "WRETCH"
GRAB ONE OF THESE WHILE THEY ARE STILL AVAILABLE AND COMPLETE
THAT COLLECTION OF YOURS...AND IF YOU DON'T HAVE WRETCH YET...
GRAB THAT ONE TOO...THESE WON'T BE AROUND FOREVER FUCKERS:

7.5/10

-ABATTOIR-

WWW.ANNIHILVS.NET
KILL@ANNIHILVS.NET

REVIEW-MARTIN BLADH-STUDY FOR A THEATER OF CRUELTY-CD

MARTIN BLADH-STUDY FOR A THEATER OF CRUELTY-CD
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX/APEX006
POWER ELECTRONICS/DARK AMBIENT/MINIMAL ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE WITH FOLD-OUT BOOKLET.


Study for a theater of cruelty consists of five untitled tracks
constructed and composed entirely by Martin Bladh.A man
who is known for his work with IRM and JARL.This record
was carefully crafted and created with a specific goal in mind.
This album was done in dedication to authors,actors and artists
who have greatly suffered for and/or because of their art...But the
reason for this "study" goes far beyond a simple tribute to one's
influences/idols...No the album title here is meant to be taken
quite literally.The five nameless tracks here are intended to set
the mood for a live performance...One in which unwilling victims
are displayed on stage as they are put through a gauntlet of torment.
Men, women, children, anyone who is capable of suffering.This has
not yet come to pass...At least as far as I know...But the idea is that
true art is created through ones suffering...Martin Bladh just wants
to add the suffering of others to this...Think of it as a collaboration
of sorts...If any of you have seen the film "The Wizard of Gore" then
you may have a good idea of what we are talking about here...Only
in this case there are no illusions and every moment of pain is real.
So what kind of sounds do we have to accompany this grand show
of cruelty? Well I am about to tell you...And it is probably not what
your expecting...Most people would imagine that a play this brutal
would have an equally brutal soundtrack...Well this is and isnt the
case with Study For a Theater of Cruelty...This is dark and sinister
music...Mood music as some call it...It is brutal in the way that it
must be endured rather than enjoyed.Slow and minimal.There is
a common thread or theme weaved throughout these five tracks.
E.G. Similar tones and textures that are present in each movement.
Each track is a minimal drone consisting of ever expanding synths
of various tones that all sort of blend together and flow like miasma.
Deep synths under high end sine-like layers that seem to go nowhere
and spread everywhere at the same time.Stillness is used to build the
anticipation of each sadist in the audience...As the album progresses
it gets darker and noisier but stays on one path...One that slowly leads
to a drawn out and prolonged death for the amusement of others.I don't
think that Mr. Bladh intends this yet to be realized performance to exist
for shock value so much as true art in it's rawest and most primal form.
A canvas of blood painted across a backdrop of low resonating hums and
high frequencies that build as they become one in a divine intercourse of
disembowelment and impalement.Knowing the reason for the existence 
of this album while listening causes your mind to explore it's own depths
of depravity...It can be disturbing to see what you find within yourself with 
a little push into those darker directions.By the time we reach the final track
all has become a choir of static.Hymnals are sung by living machines with
soaring voices of feedback.Everything feels warm as freshly spilled blood
and almost has a soothing calming affect at times.Machines grind away in
the distance (or on the stage) as they separate limb from torso and life from
the living.At times it sounds as if there are ominous organ's playing for a mass
funeral...Haunting and eerie...At the end we return to the washed out drones
that we began with as instruments for the performance are returned to their
place...Unwashed and glistening with blood...The performer never bows...He
remains silent and takes in the atmosphere of the audience knowing he can
at last rest knowing he accomplished what he had set out to do...One day...
When this dream becomes realized...I hope to see your faces in the crowd.

MUSIC FOR A PERFORMANCE ART PIECE THAT TRANSCENDS THE
BOUNDARIES OF THE EXTREME:

9/10

-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-BLITZKRIEG BABY-KID'S WORLD-E.P.-CASSETTE

BLITZKRIEG BABY-KID'S WORLD-E.P.-CASSETTE
BELATEN RECORDS
MARTIAL INDUSTRIAL/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/DARK AMBIENT
COMES ON A CLEAR CASSETTE IN A 
PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT AND DIGITAL 
DOWNLOAD CODE.
BLITZKRIEG BABY ARE:
KIM SOLVE-ELECTRONICS/SYNTHS/BASS
ANDERS B-ELECTRONICS/VOCALS/SYNTHS
BJEIMA-DRUMS/SYNTHS/VOCALS
MR.B-VOCALS



SIDE A.)

I.) KID'S WORLD:
This starts off like a meeting being held by a secret cult or organisation.
A speech is in progress backed by a loud Martial Industrial march.The tempo 
builds up along with strong spoken words in explanation of what this planned
"Kid's World" really is.Grim details are revealed in harsh clarity.Talk of violent 
games to prepare the youth for a global confrontation.The children are to be 
raised fully trained and militarized.BLITZKRIEG BABY are on a mission to change
 reality and this is not only the soundtrack but also a code of conduct for the future
generations.Just listening to this brutal track puts so many images in the imagination.
It is almost like a video playing in my head.Visions of children all fucked in the head
due to a society that has failed them.This is a call to arms to make a change...A change
that must come through brute force.Kid's World is a relentless marching death choir that
takes brain washing to another level.Synths play on like  broken children's toys as the 
miniature soldiers march on through decaying streets of mutilated bodies and flaming
destruction.They are now puppets of warfare and BLITZKRIEG BABY are the puppeteers.
And they command you to go forth and KILL KILL KILL...

II.) LOOP:
Loop begins like a confession of things witnessed that are not meant
to be spoken aloud...This is like a covert meeting held over minimal noise.
All the better to unsettle your mood as you listen closely to the vocals of a 
man as he reveals things that happen all over the world that not many people 
take the time to believe.Most will never understand the magnitude of events
that take place everyday right under their noses.Things involving what happens
behind the closed doors of officials who are responsible for their so called security.
BLITZKRIEG BABY use their low shifting noise as a tool to expose the secrets of the
corrupt and urge the sleeping public to wake the fuck up and take action.Here we
hear of the unknown people that tear away at your walls daily...Of those appointed 
to keep you safe and protected who instead hack into your personal information and 
spy on you everyday.You think you are safe in your suburban homes...Tightly wrapped
in your illusion of security and control...As you sit there watching flashing screens and
devouring gossip and filtered media there is a man somewhere behind a monitor eating  
old macaroni with a cigarette hanging from his dry lips taking over your shit and managing
your life as the authorities see fit.Tribal drums pick up with deep bass filled synths for a dark and 
personal build up like memories of the fucked up life experiences that made these men behind
the scenes what they came to be...No where is safe...We dwell in an endless loop of corruption.

III.) THE SWINE SUPREMACY:
Steady drums with minimal noise set the atmosphere.Dark and empty...Vocals begin
that start listing off many obscene things.In crisp detail and vulgarity.Things associated
 with violence, mutilation and perversion.The way they are spoken is very clever.Perfectly
timed or "executed" as I am sure would be the preferred term if it was up to the artists.
They flow with the bass filled drums pounding heavily in the background.The addition
of the drums really helps to leave a mark in your mind.Reality is brought into view in
crystal clarity...Now you shall see just how filthy this world really is.A world ran under 
the control of The Swine Supremacy.I say job well done...Not to the swine but to this
band and any others like it.The blind public needs a wake up call.How long will you
choose to simply ignore what is going on all around you?How long will you sit by and
just let the system that runs your life ruin your life? These are the types of questions 
asked here...Sometimes in a subliminal or metaphoric manner and sometimes straight
out.The way these guys blend the speech with music is pretty amazing.It all flows in a
surreal stream that feeds it's way straight into your brain...Like I said before..very clever.
Words can pass through one ear and out the other...But when put with music in the way
that they are here they stay...A picture can say a thousand words and these guys paint a
very brutal picture.

IV.) THOSE THEY COULD NOT FUCK, THEY KILLED:
When first listening to this one I could only imagine what I'd be in for as the noise 
began to build.Minimal as is obviously the chosen approach of these guys...Yet with 
a boldness held by a steady drum beat.Half Death Industrial...Half Martial Industrial.
And all aggressive.Whispering voices in the distance...What seems like a dog's cry for 
help.I look at the song title and I imagine just how brutal the situation would be if I could 
see it for myself...All the bodies raped, beaten or both.The amount of blood on the ground 
leaving no clean spot for ones foot to step on.Drums still flowing like ones dying heart beat.
What I can only describe as Industrial sounds echo across the scene.It sounds like the noise
was created in a room filled with metallic objects left abandoned for years but now being
used again and again.Not only for the creation of these sonic onslaughts but as a place of 
torment as well...Obediance or death...These are your options.

SIDE B.)

V.) HALF PIG HALF MAN:
Side B has begun with an industrial march and a scratchy beat...
Like a ticking time bomb that only builds and grows in danger
from this point on.Deep booming synths add to this chronicle. 
The tale of the disfigured pig man.A beast who digs his way through 
a life of shit until he bursts and lashes out in retaliation.Descriptions
of brutal violence and carnage against this fucked up world are told
in detail...But who could blame the guy? I can't even stand when people
look in disgust or laugh at me...All because I am "Different" Could you
imagine if you were the half pig half man? Many of us have felt like or
been treated as outcasts in this life...And as cliche as it may be...It will
always be a comfort to have music you can "Relate to" We are all pigs
at times...Fuck it...

VI.) BROKEN CHILD:
This sounds almost orchestral...You get that theater quality surround sound
blasting out of the speakers.Gotta love that! The vocals are slow and dark but
more soothing than threatening.Spoken words tell a story of a child very broken 
indeed.This song is highly emotive and will make you believe it as a true story...
Well...sadly...In many cases it is...Exposing our fucked up reality is nothing new 
to noise but sometimes we can be numb to it...This however makes me feel for this 
unknown child...Sharp synths rise like daggers gleaming in a horror scene.Multitudes
of noises that tie together forming the curtains that grace the stage in this theater of 
pain.Every song here has it's own story with a very significant meaning...But with this
one I feel like I'm there watching this broken child.Like some sort of bad dream where
you see terrible images flash before your eyes but can do nothing to change those horrific
events.You really have to have felt what this track is about to be able to portray these
emotions that are carried through my speakers.Life gives us all shit...but it takes a true
artist to turn that shit into something so stirring.

VII.) INCINERATOT SYMPHONT NO. I:
It sounds like war of the worlds is happening outside of my window.
The feeling is surreal and epic.The build up is slow and the rise is low.
But all together the excitement is still there hanging in the silence between 
the sounds.The overall structure and timing here is pretty damn genius.Here
we have got just the right amount of everything.Not overbearing and it pulls 
you in like the calm before the storm...Almost bell like ringing sounds call through 
like  a summoning...Like an opening of gates to flood the earth in a long overdue reckoning.
May the strongest remain when this is all over...Hope to see you there...

VIII.) CHILDREN IN UNIFORM MMXIII:
Strong shouting vocals like the commands of a leader...Standing on 
a stage while speaking to an entire army of children in uniform.Children
who are eagerly awaiting their next call to duty.Front line drums add to 
the intensity and antisipation as the man continues his speech.Then the
tempo kicks in making my brain throb through my head phones.By now 
I am sure you have noticed that there is a theme throughout this album.
One of war and resistence.BLITZKRIEG BABY play like armed soilders of 
an underground movement...And in many ways they are...Slow marching
takeovers...They deploy, Set up camp, Take control and move out.Many
artists use this tactic but these guys are still able to pull this off with their
own style as well as their own original concepts to make this work as well
as it does.Some people have no problem speaking their minds and it is great
to see individuals like that band together to actually accomplish something
unique rather than using that "skill" to rant on message boards like typical
assholes.

IX.) YOUR HAPPY PLACE:
New favorite track on this tape as well as in general.This is one of
those: "Lace up your boots...Were kickin some ass" type of songs.So
of course I already love it.We have a steady ready tempo to prepare
yourself for some pain in your knuckles and blood on your face.There
are some sorta strange pianos/synths that remind me of some kind of
vampyrized theme but it works and it just adds to the bloodlust.The 
vocals are so deviantly spewed forth.In your face and honest.Once again
these guys just straight up tell it like they see it.No sugar coated bullshit.
Just raw reality.A lot of people would find this attitude rude to which I am
sure BLITZKRIEG BABY would just say "Fuck You" but really it just works 
for these guys.The vocalist keeps his vocal style his own and never misses a 
kick-ass beat...And these soldiers march to their own beat through a shroud
of synths and noise.Keep up the good work soldiers.

WAR COMES TO YOUR HOUSE:
7/10
-NECRODOLL-

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Sunday, April 6, 2014

REVIEW-THEOLOGIAN-HELHALO/HELHOLE-CDR

THEOLOGIAN-HELHALO/HELHOLE-CDR
ANNIHILVS POWER ELECTRONIX
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH AMBIENT
COMES IN A PLASTIC SLIM CASE WITH INSERT.
RECORDED BY: THEOLOGIAN PRIME, AUTUMN
2011 IN PREPARATION FOR THE PERFORMANCE
AT THE STONE NYC ON SUNDAY FEB 12 2012



I.) HELHALO:
Here we have two tracks of pure audio indulgence clocking in
at a little over fifty minutes.We begin our descent into another
interpretation of one man's personal Hell with a haze of slow
rising ambience laced in a static fog.This drifts down like falling
snow and blankets the room in a surreal sheet of haunting resonance.
Fragile and beautiful.Highly emotive with hints of melancholy.
Like looking into ones own reflection and noticing how the years
have taken their toll on what was once so vibrant.Colors faded to
grey and the slow process of decomposition that is life now halfway
complete.Reality hits and you snap out of that deep trance of reflection.
Synth bass beats on in an endless walk with no destination.Rythms of noise
that mimick the communication of crickets and other nocturnal insects are
present to accompany you through the darkness that has descended.The frail
synths are still present but placed in the background like a thought on the fringes
of the mind.Several layers of static fade away like color draining from exhausted
faces.The ambience that was so calming follows next but lingers far out of reach.
Plodding bass joins and what once resembled the speech of insects are now your
guide.The more noise oriented parts begin to grind and seem to shift from being
soothing to having a more stressful effect on the senses.This lasts for quite some
time...Like an endurance test.A trial for no reason other than it can be done and
shall be done.The seemingly endless drones can have multiple effects...Some of
you may find this soothing where others will feel like it is wearing you down and
draining you of all vitality...Which was hoped for by THEOLOGIAN will remain a
mystery though I tend to believe it would be more of the ladder.This is the sort of
stuff that causes deep thought and daydreaming.Music that annihilates the world
around you and pulls you into oblivion where nothing exists outside of your own 
head and what you hear.We shift gears again...This time dense sub-bass frequencies
smother what was before.Pulsing electronics play in a continuous loop.The layers of
synth abience hold on for a while then die.They are replaced by a huge movement of
orchestral atmosphere.Film quality stuff.Low winds rush through phasers like damp
air as it is pulled through small turbines.Mournful strings cascade like pale light dancing
through the leaves of tall trees causing a feeling of deep sadness.The musical counterpart
to being in a state of regret.Percussions are played on what sounds like large metal drums
or barrels.The turbines are cranked to ten and the phasers are unleashed to wipe away all
traces of your existence.Everything grows in volume and intensity.Static creeps in and slowly
covers all in an attempt to erase the memory of all that was before perhaps...In the end only
the punding of drums and dying ambience remains...

II.) HELHOLE:
After the last few measures of near silence that end track one we are carelessly thrown into
the pits of "Helhole."...This is like a much harsher continuation of track one.A sequal of sorts.
Many of the tones and textures of track one are present here as well, but this time they are
wrapped in layers of harsh static and distortion.This one is about half the length of Helhalo
clocking in at a little over seventeen minutes...This is just as punishing as track one if not more
so...And again...Will be a massive test of mental endurance for some of you.It begins harsh right
from the start with high-end pulses laced in distortion and distant stomping rythms cloaked in
static.What I think are burried vocals that sound like rushing steam are present as well.A very
brief blast of noise that appears to have been created vocally stabs out in rage and catches you
off guard.I will be honest...This actually startled me at first as it was unexpected.Higher notes
start to fade away bringing us to the depths of this Hell hole.The skeleton that was holding it
all together takes the spotlight.Deep, almost hidden rythms and sub-bass movements carry us
through the bowels of the pit as ripping static noise starts to tear away at large chunks of flesh
and sanity...Like hordes of daemons forcefully seperating limb from torso with great strength
and no mercy.The emptiness and despair of the situation has manifested and shows itself in the
form of a radient hum that drifts beneath the carnage.White hot steam hisses in controlled 
streams as rythms make themselves a little easier to distinguish.One thing that this record
really has going for it is pacing and timing.Pure electronic noise takes the place of the torments
that were before and then vanish.A second part or movement starts as a low but thick synth drone
joined by rustling noise.A choir of synths sing and let their voices fade.Screaming feedback that 
sounds like the cries of a falcon circling a desert wasteland do the same.Frequencies ascend and
descend  as thick synths and otherworldy sounds fill the air.Sparce vocals are present at times.
Everything begins to sound murky and hopeless like treading through a swamp where dangers
lurk everywhere and nowhere.Truly despondent atmosperes filled with blasts of poison gas and
murderous air.Loud bursts of deep synth noise strangle all life out of you and this is where we end.

TWO MONOLITHIC OFFERINGS FROM ONE OF THE MOST WELL RESPECTED
ARTISTS IN THE GENRE...THERE IS NO REASON FOR THIS TO BE ABSENT FROM
YOUR COLLECTION...THESE ARE LIMITED...GET ON IT:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

REVIEW-REGOSPHERE/XIPHOID DEMENTIA-SUBTERRANEAN TRANSMIGRATION-SPLIT-CD

REGOSPHERE/XIPHOID DEMENTIA-SUBTERRANEAN TRANSMIGRATION-SPLIT-CD
ANNIHILVS/PHAGE TAPES-APEX2014-02/PT-208
POWER ELECTRONICS/DARK AMBIENT/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT BOOKLET.
REGOSPHERE IS:
ANDREW QUITTER
XIPHOID DEMENTIA IS:
EGAN BUDD



I.) REGOSPHERE-PSYCHIC SURGERY/SECOND PROCEDURE:
High end feedback and wailing ambience opens the door to this sonic
journey.Deep semi-distorted synths and alien frequencies pour out as
clanging metal percussions begin.Rabid screams vibrate in the airwaves
along with nearly hidden stomping rythms and a myriad of sound that
resembles the chatter of a thousand gathered insects...Though the tone
does not quite sound or feel like something of our earthly realm.It sounds
like pulsating drills of electric energy are forcing their way into the center
of your mind and infiltrating your thoughts.mind control through audio
depravity.Death industrial percussions only and resonating feedback only
add to the overall feeling of imending doom.When there is no where to run
to...Not even in your own mind...The danger becomes very real.This is like all
those Lovecraftian nightmares of insanity and alien surgery you read of in the
early hours when sleep eludes you put into audio.Seven and a half minutes of
electric terror.

II.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-DESPONDENCY AQUIFER:
The first appearance by XIPHOID DEMENTIA takes a different but similar
approach to REGOSPHERE.This is quieter and almost more sinister because
of that.Icy tones over layers of deep synth movements.Fragile chimes rattle
in cold winds while others are played backwards at the same time.Frail metals
clang together and echo through damp and empty spaces.A ten minute exploration
deep into dark territory that should be lifeless...But the overwhelming feeling of
another presence can not be ignored.Ghosts dance as frozen wraiths as bells begin
to chime in startling clarity.The hands of a clock race as your heart begins to do the
same.Dreadful synths and frantic but controlled chaos takes over.This sounds the way
a panic attack feels.Certain dread that builds and becomes worse with each passing
moment.Huge percussions begin to beat out any comfort that you held within.Voices
of woe wail on the horrizon letting you know that this is not a safe place to be.It is almost
as if the voices of those damned to this Hell before you are in mourning of the life you lost
more so than screaming of their own suffering.Everything builds to a crescendo and then dies
down and fades...Like a bad dream...The kind you remember upon awakening...Those days
when you just don't feel right because of the experiences the night before.

III.) REGOSPHERE-THE DEVIL'S ICEBOX:
Static drones and falling rain...Or hissing steam...It is hard to say...Cosmic sounds warp and
wrap themselves deep within your ears.Thick synth bass beats hit hard and push you forward.
Deep synth keys like trumpets of war rise and fall as stirring strings amp up the eerieness.There
are semi-harsh swirls of crunching noise that make their presence known from time to time as
well as clashing metal sounds coming from somewhere beyond the line of sight.This is very visual
music as it commands the mind to create images to accompany the strange tones present here.
REGOSPHERE treads unexplored territory with an almost childlike but morbid curiosity.This can
be compared to artists like SKY BURIAL or SHOCK FRONTIER in some ways but REGOSPHERE
has still managed to make such styles all his own.Things get much quieter after some time and 
wind down with low winds...Brittle chimes and various textures for atmosphere like movements
in water and such...I won't reveal too much as this is better left explored for yourself.

IV.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-BENEATH THE FOUNDATION:
Fissures split the earth.The clanging of metal pipes resonate.Landslides rush and vanish.
Rusty hinges swing open of their own accord.Welcome to Hell's furnace room.Haunting
ambience and lurking danger await in every direction.Carts are wheeled out displaying
instruments of torture.Doors are slammed locking souls inside their own personal damnation.
Sinister synths and crunching distortion fade into bleak feedback that lingers like the winter
fog.It sounds like caskets are being slammed shut in every direction...Surely their doors contain
nails or jagged spikes.This is what lays beneath the Devil's icebox...Beneath the foundation of
the very pit itself...Moaning sub-bass frequencies spill like thick black ink and smother the walls.
A massive realm of silent suffering is your home now.Piercing feedback rises in a chorus of pain.
Doors or coffin lids of rotted wood creak moved by unseen hands.Metal is scraped upon metal
creating a truly disturbing atmosphere.This is an utter orchestra of torment.Enjoy.

V.) REGOSPHERE-COFFIN DUST:
REGOSPHERE adds his final nail in the coffin.Knives scrape as they are sharpened in preperation
for nameless rituals.Dust and powder of unknown substance is thrown about.Synths rise to cleanse
the air as the time draws near.The earth shifts as if digging has commenced.We are witnessing an
occult burial rite.The dead gather as writhing ambience to recieve new souls to their pack.The 
speech and clawing of impatient rodents has begun.Strands of noise cascade from low ceilings
for effect.We are deep in a dark cavernous grave.You can almost make out the squishing of
creeping maggots in motion.Dense death ambient to bid farwell to the departed.Pulsating
rythms and the sound of a hundred pick axes in unison.Clearing room for new arrivals.
And now comes the slumber of death as the soul is carried away by the static voices of the dead.

VI.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-MINERAL RESSURECTION:
Booming percussions and clanging metals.Strange frequencies are transmitted in an attempt
at communication perhaps...With what form of being I do not know.Dreary ambience falls
like dim light through thick and gnarled trees.Even with all this it almost feels quiet...Too
quiet...Pulsing hammers of steel pound the earth into submission as they enter and violate
the womb of the world.Curious synths explore the freshly opened area in an array of stunning
textures and layers.Some sounding organic and others much more otherworldly...But they all
manage to blend in seemless perfection.Trumpets sound in triumph as huge drums of conquest
are beat loudly.This is not an exploration.This is a takeover.Militant and organized.A mission
to steal what is desired from forbidden realms at the heart of the world.Tribal percussions rattle
in the air.Supplies are gathered and machines are fired up.Bursts of steam rush as the task at hand
takes shape.Blasts of metallic noise assault what was once a calm enviornment.Steel is run across
steel.Tools are thrown into piles loud and carelessly.High end vibes are shot through the dirt and
soil like some sort of radar taking readings to keep things running smoothly.There is a system to
all of this.One that demands to be followed.Just as it begins it ends.Synths echo tones of doom
and fade away.Man has claimed ownership once more.There will be done.

PURE SONIC EXPLORATIONS OF THE FARTHEST CORNERS OF DARKNESS:

8.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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