Sunday, June 15, 2014

REVIEW-LIGATURE IMPRESSION-SLAVES TO OUR SENSES-CASSETTE

LIGATURE IMPRESSION-SLAVES TO OUR SENSES-CASSETTE
DANVER STATE RECORDINGS/DSR53
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/DARK AMBIENT/MININAL NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH HUGE FOLD-OUT
INSERT COMPLETE WITH FULL ARTWORK AND LYRICS.
LIGATURE IMPRESSION IS:
N. DESUAH



SIDE A.)

I.) OH! DEATH TO NANCY / II.) PEEPING PETALS /
III.) BEYOND THE NOTCH I:

This one's a creeper.Not just this track but the entire
album.There is something seriously wrong with Mr. N.
Desuah and we can't get enough of it."Slaves To Our 
Senses"  tells the story of a man who deals with murderous 
tendancies and a hardcore foot fetish from the point of view 
of a poetic philospher.Both the music and lyrics are absolutely 
gorgeous.Highly detailed and utterly thought provoking.There 
are a lot of albums described as transcending and over half the 
time this is used to describe some half-assed watered down indie 
rock top of the pop charts bullshit...But here this is actually acurate.
This will remove you from your self and drop you off terrified and 
shitting yourself in the darkest corners of your own fucked up mind.
Side A begins with phased out electronics and low drones.Sampled
voices of a 911 emergency call add another layer of hopelessness to
an already bleak field of sound.This fades out serving as an intro and
is soon replaced by moaning synth drones.Deep and deadly.Winds blow
like the tide crashing against the shore followed by vocals that come in
a whispered croak.It sounds like a predator narrating his plans before he
acts them out.This is some fucking dark shit and when I say dark shit I 
mean pitch black...Like everything you know and love has been eclipsed 
by the shadow of this menacing stranger standing in your doorway.Slight
touches of feedback fill the air with nocturnal sounds like the drone of
crickets in the night.Next we hear what sounds like the muffled speech 
of a small group, females, coming from a room away.They are quickly 
taken hostage by waves of disorienting synth drones that climb and fall
like moths with wet wings struggling to reach the sky in desperation.The
vocals are spoken in a malignant tone laced in phaser effects that give them
a sinister and inhuman quality.This ends side one...Let's see what dark fantasies
await us with the B side.

SIDE B.)

IV.) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE COLORS / V.) BEYOND THE NOTCH II:

Bubbling electronics like the dripping foam from a rabid dog's jaws.
Spoken samples of a criminal confessing to and describing his methods
of bondage and captivity...His calm tone and casual demeaner only add 
to an eerieness that "Slaves to our Senses has established since it's start.
I am almost positive that GNAW THEIR TONGUES used a sample from 
this same confession on the "An Epiphanic Vomiting of Blood" album.
Next we shift into some truly strange warped electronic rhythms and
rolling waves of deep bass filled synths.It sounds like someone is banging
on garbage cans during the early moments of a thunder storm somewhere
in the distance.Metal squeals as it is scraped across the ground.This track
has an almost nauseating effect...Like seasickness only worse because the
ground is spinning.Things fluctuate in intensity but the noise never totally
dies down.A swarming haze of billowing static joined by thick strands of
wind rush out and almost take over the track for a while.Harsh rhythms of
dense and crackling distortion spill into the atmosphere and make it toxic.
This has a familiar feeling to it but at the same time it's unique.Slow and
dreary as fuck but never stale or boring.It all ends when everything fades 
into silence and you are left alone with the thoughts LIGATURE IMPRESSION
have created.

BRILLIANTLY SINISTER.DEATH INDUSTRIAL THAT SOUNDS LIKE
IT WAS CREATED BY A NIGHT STALKER WITH A LONG HISTORY
OF SADISTIC VIOLENCE.WE ALL THINK OF THINGS THAT WOULD
BE HIGHLY ILLEGAL TO ACT OUT.LIGATURE IMPRESSION USE THIS
TO CREATE A PITCH BLACK WORLD OF SHADOWS WHILE BRINGING 
DARK FANTASIES TO LIFE IN DISTURBING CLARITY:

8.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

N.DESUAH@GMAIL.COM
WWW.DANVERSTATERECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

1 comment:

  1. This is perverse. Atrocious. I always wake up with new vomit stains on my shirt after my trance sessions with this tape. Gentleman, this is what a seizure sounds like. The reverb tail of screaming into a black abyss, calling for help between gnashed teeth, with only the sick animal groans reaching the ears of man's unconscious fear. Monsters lowly speak in my dialect from behind the curtains. Eyes roll back to watch the brain spark and misfire, an electrical short exposing sordid pulps of thought, darting like hot light from the catacombs of my sanctum. My inner self is suddenly buried in rows of bodybags; my old lies and DNA written obsessions. The limbs are both frantic and still, violently still... reaching with and without intention towards the primal vibration felt shuddering from within, an electrocution you cannot ungrasp. This erection is full, pulsating, and without release. This is the peak of climax denial, my speakers turn to mouths and tell me this, as eyes in the darkness rape my naked shame. What a sick world we live in, where I can find this beautiful...

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