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
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...
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
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