Tuesday, August 12, 2014

REVIEW-SARNATH-WAYWARD TREKS TOWARDS DESOLATION-CASSETTE

SARNATH-WAYWARD TREKS TOWARDS DESOLATION-CASSETTE
URGENT TELEPATHY RECORDINGS/UTR007
DARK AMBIENT/HARSH NOISE/BLACKENED SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
ON BLACK PAINTED CASSETTE WITH LOGO 
STICKER ON THE TAPE.



SIDE A:

I.) BLACKENED EARTH BENEATH BAREFEET /
II.) LED ASTRAY / III.) STRUGGLING ETERNAL:

Something stirs and crawls it's way out of a deep and dreadful
dead silence.Your senses are flooded with a feeling of aproaching
danger and impending doom.Decayed drones arise and form reaching
claws of darkness...They tend to the soil and prepare the earth as a fresh
grave for the listener.SARNATH invites us into a realm of Lo-Fi desolation
where nothing grows and nothing lives.Offering massive slabs of churning
Blackened Noise and bleak combined with utterly bleak and dreary ambient
passages.Sort of like DEATHSTENCH or STEMCELL RESEARCH PROJECT if
they recorded on DARKTHRONE's gear in the 90's.Walls of hissing steam and
raging sub-bass storms appear and form an intense vortex around the room.
Haunting drones close in and strip the paint from the walls until all is decay
and dilapidation.Great beasts dwell within the storm and offer their wails to
aid in the bringing of terror.The ground quakes in violent vibration as the dead
rip their way through the floorboards.Apparently Hell is full and the overflow has
come to your house.This is very similar to stuff like TEETH ENGRAVED WITH THE
NAMES OF THE DEAD...Pitch black and ominous.The earth it'self becomes a carrion
pit with countless mouths...Each attempting to swallow you whole in unison.Minimal
drones shamble through empty rooms like nameless abominations with no sense of
direction or purpose.They simply exist...Damned to wander eternally in search of a 
way out where there is none.Woeful and endless.Like blind maggots crawling through
an ever expanding place of rot.There are no percussions...No vocals...Just endless waves
of woe in a sea of infinite misery...Like meditation music but without all the hopefull 
new age bullshit.This is the sound of accepting one's mortallity.The sinking feeling that
comes with the realization that the slow process of death began with your first breath.
Streaming winds and what sounds like muffled and distant guitar work blend together
in a blur of sub-bass rhythm.Voices begin to appear and come as painful screams that
struggle to be heard from within the place that holds them...A house built on decaying
corpses upon a foundation of dead earth.The blackened screams add to the thick
atmosphere of utter despondency that we have dwelt thus far...Slight traces of feedback
mingle with layered vocals of agony to increase the intensity of your suffering.Like a slow
and painful death at the hands of a crippling disease that eats you alive from the inside out.
Flies begin to gather as the buzzing drone of their wings fills the air...Like fragile angels come
to carry you away on the wings of pestilence.The shuffling of vermin joins them as they dig
through the giant trash heap that is your final resting place.Crashing cymbals come like 
sudden thunder as a slow rhythm arises and forms a death march.Funeral Doom meets Black
Ambient.This is your funeral procession.No mourners to be seen and yet misery abounds.R.I.P.

SIDE B:

IV.) SCARS AS MAPS / V.) TRAILS INTO THE FURNACE /
VI.) BECOMING ASH/RETURNING HOME:

Death has come to fuck you again and he's not pulling out.Crashing percussions 
and phased out noise fill the air...Again we have the essence of the darkest Funeral
Doom but channeled through the hands of a noise fiend on a mission to spread despair
to the world.SARNATH takes what has been around and creates a unique experience
that metal heads and rivet heads alike can enjoy.Reverb hangs in the winds and delay
shrouds the air to form a cloak of nocturnal movement and stillness all at once.If you
listen closely you can almost hear the speech of insects as they practice their nightly
rituals and recite their ancient invokations beneath the pale glow of the moon.If SARNATH
continues in this direction I can see this being right at home on a label like Malignant Records.
Otherworldly sounds and cosmic pulses are channeled down from the stars to create an atmosphere
of awe and wonder.Deep grinding synths add even more substance followed by thick sub-bass rhythms
to bring it all home.This sounds like the very vibrations of distant constellations cascading to earth like
an inverted Aurora Borealis.Scraping noise and feedback hide in the distance but their presence is still
known.This is a little heavier than the A side but by no means overbearing.Everything builds and grows
but without consuming the tones and textures that were before...Only complimenting the peice more 
with each new layer.The sound is huge and chaotic but never sloppy or unorganized.Every tone knows
it's purpose and fulfills it to the fullest.This sounds composed, constructed and very well thought out.
Pulsing bass movements and large gusts of wind arrive and carry you along.This not only takes you
for a ride through the darker regions of sound...But it also does all the work for you so you can just
sit back and soak it all in...That is not to say that it doesn't challenge the listener...Just not to the
point that it takes the enjoyment out of it.I will be honest...When I first saw the album and looked
at the cover...I didn't have very high expectations...I was wrong...This just goes to show that you can
never judge an album by it's presentation alone...And honestly where would the underground be if
not for DIY artists and labels like the ones involved here? SARNATH is an all consuming black mass
that knows no bounds.Slow but relentless.Giant rhythms crash against one another like titans in an 
epic battle.This struggle will be eternal as it continues long after it fades into silence.As most of you
know...What I look for most in any noise oriented release is composition and movement.Without these
key elements they often seem to be lacking...Even in an improvised session these can be achieved to great
effect.SARNATH is not lacking in these departments.Everything that makes a great noise or ambient release
is present here.The slow build ups...The monolithic drones...The well thought application of distortion.The
timing and placement of various tones and textures.The vocals and most importantly originality.Nothing is
missing and everything is done in a manner that just fucking works.Beatifully haunting drones cry out from
above like the tragic songs of mournful angels.They hang in the air like a child holding tightly to a dead pet
with tear filled eyes.Brutallity and beauty both have their place here.There are black clouds and rising suns.
The level of emotion conveyed with the use of very little words is astonishing.The album cover makes this
look like it's going to be some B movie inspired Black Metal album with nothing much to offer.Looks can
be very decieving.

8.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

BLACKENED MEDITATIONS ON DEATH AND DECAY.RECOMMENDED 
FOR FANS OF DEATHSTENCH/TREPANERINGSRITUALEN/ISOLATOR/FUNERARY CALL/
TEETH ENGRAVED WITH THE NAMES OF THE DEAD/ABANDONED ASYLUM/CAULBEARER/
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REVIEW-ROWLANDS_BOBBY-UNTITLED-CASSETTE-C90

ROWLANDS_BOBBY-UNTITLED-CASSETTE-C90
FACTOTUMTAPES/FACT094
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT.
ON CLEAR CASSETTE WITH STICKER LABELS.
R_B IS:
DANIEL DOWNING/MATTHEW REIS: 
TAPES/ELECTRONICS/AMPLIFIED OBJECTS.



SIDE A.) 

I.) 
We begin with a sudden blast of ultra harsh distortion.
Five seconds in and you already know that ROWLANDS
_BOBBY has come to bring the pain.Things blast off and
come as bursts of various tones of distortion in an aural
apocalypse.Radio transmissons and signals linger in the
corners of the storm and then things fade into rhythms
of static and cranking noises generated by unknown devices.
Voices ride the air waves like lost transmissions from an old
episode of The Twilight Zone.A cacophony of utter madness
soon overpowers all else in its wake.This sounds oldschool in
the best possible way.Like MACRONYMPHA playing NURSE
WITH WOUND covers on crack.There are a lot of things to
experience on this album.Everything from calm and meditative
rhythms to the Harsh Noise equivalent of a bad LSD trip.Static
and feedback stand around you like tall and shadowy figures
with twisted faces.There are times when it sounds like an acid
rock band attempting to play a set while melting like clocks in
a Dali painting.Every moment here is either painfully intense or
strange and disorienting.Bullets fire and ricochet in every direction.
Forgotten songs try to come through on ghost stations from old time
radios.This is like having a house full of poltergeists who have decided
to have an all night orgy.Prepare the cameras and EVP equipment...Your 
in for a long one...Pitch shifted voices on the high end swarm like rabid,
drug addicted chipmunks looking for their next fix.This is a straight Noise
record of the highest quality and caliber.If you are looking for something to
totally obliterate you and leave you wrecked...This is it...Mournful spirits are
heard chanting like a choir of despondent monks as a childs music box plays a
fragile melody...Now add to this the sounds of your house collapsing around you
along with rapid lazer fire and screaming high end weirdness and grinding metallic
gears.Sound good?...The muffled speech of a female is heard but not understood.She
too has been buried and consumed by the whirlwind of debris that surrounds you.You
will notice sounds returning and vanishing like the faint hint of a theme carried through
out the peice.Imagine taking every electrical device in your house and plugging them in
and turning them on at once...Now imagine running them all through makeshift distortion
boxes and building a fort out of them...You then sit in this fort like a neglected child with an
overactive imagination and scrape your nails on chalkboards for the next forty five minutes or
so at timed intervals...Now you have an idea of what we've got here.A relentless onslaught of 
absolute insanity.This is what music would sound like if everyone was raised on David Lynch 
films and deprived of all and any ADHD medications.Nuclear war...Cosmic battles...Marching 
machines who have become self-aware...Whatever view of worldwide devastation your little 
mind conjurs up...You can hear it here.This is about as far from mainstream music charts and 
top forty bullshit as you can get.Thank God for noise freaks.This is the sort of shit that keeps 
me from going nuts and hurting people.About forty five minutes of sound per side that eats 
music for breakfast and shits it out as Harsh Noise for the hopelessly depraved.Moments of
silence do appear as well though, as I mentioned before.Nocturnal insects churp through a
still night as something is heard grinding and clawing through the earth.Slow belches of
synth-like sound come and go.Low winds drone on in the distance as the soil is scraped
up for an unknown purpose.This whole thing can be pretty weird at times...But don't let
that stop you from checking it out...If you wanted "normal" music then you came to the
wrong zine in the first place.

SIDE B.)

II.)
Sadists and masochists rejoice! ROWLANDS_BOBBY have come with another
dose of pain for you to endure and/or inflict on others...Only this time it comes
slow to bleed you dry in long bouts of suffering.If ever there was a noise record that 
could give you brain tumors, This is it.The B side may not start out as harsh and 
relentless as the A side but it is just as malignant and threatening...Slow rhythms 
and warped  radio waves invite us in.Grinding metallic noises spill out like rolling 
thunder.This is the sound of engines warming up...Machinery coming to life.We are
deep in the guts of an awakening golem who consists of scrap materials and discarded
parts.Static begins to rise and search for an escape as pressure builds and steam
seaps through the cracks of the monstrosity.Drones rumble and hum like a strong
current beneath the wreckage.The blood in the veins of this mechanical beast.Soon
feedback comes to life and strips the rust from the inner walls of the bowels of this
clockwork organism.Parasitic insects scurry in the corners and shadows.Screeching
as they become trapped in some thick oil-like substance.Deep rhythmic waves of
humming noise rise and fade as walls of static fill the air like toxic gas.Drills and 
power tools perform maintanence on the beast and can be heard working away.
Gears turn and operate to bring this rusted Frankenstein into the lands of the
living.Twitching bursts of white noise signal that the efforts are working as screws
turn and bolts lock together.It sounds like this was created using discarded electronics
and scrapped metals found in an abandoned junkyard on the edge of town.The type of
place with rusted fences topped by barbed wire and decorated with signs that say to keep
out.ROWLANDS_BOBBY must have been the only life there other than abnoxious seagulls,
buzzing flies and chewing maggots.Voices can be heard but sound like they are coming from
the flickering screen of an old and busted television set rather than any living person.Bleeps
and bloops from old devices and ancient broadcasts are the closest thing to human companions
you will find here.Glitching voices and broken signals are all you have to talk to.It feels like we
are walking through a graveyard filled with the remains of every technological advancement that
mankind has ever had.A field of broken dreams and endless wreckage.Miles of jagged metals and
shredded telephone wires.This is our legacy.Devices scan radiation levels and scream back the danger
of their findings.Unseen hands fumble with unseen objects as once again the despondent tones of an
abandoned music box fill the air...The closest thing to emotion you will find in this place.All else is
dead and cold.Crackling static bursts are heard as rolling winds gather and black clouds form above.
Moaning drones and clicking machines arrive as music boxes are toyed with once again.Radio stations
are scanned through in a vain attempt to find anything worthwhile.This is the soundtrack to life on the
fringes of civilization.The aftermath of nuclear war.A barron and desolate landscape of endless mess.The
only activities left to pass your time with are scavenging for anything you can salvage.The future is bleak
and the present is hopeless.Our glorious past a mere legend.ROWLANDS_BOBBY give us a long hard look
at where this world is most likely heading.Enjoy.

THIS IS A SOLID HARSH/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE RECORD THROUGH AND THROUGH.
SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO BE SWALLOWED WHOLE BY NONSTOP BLASTS OF 
CHAOS AND MISANTHROPIC SOUNDSCAPES TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM THE BULLSHIT 
OF THE WORLD AROUND YOU.ROWLANDS_BOBBY OFFERS THAT ESCAPE.THIS MAKES 
BOTH MADNESS AND MINIMALISM AN ARTFORM:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-AHLZAGAILZEGUH/DEVELOPER-COLLABORATION-CASSETTE-C20

AHLZAGAILZEGUH/DEVELOPER-COLLABORATION-CASSETTE-C20
FACTOTUMTAPES/FACT091
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT.
ON CLEAR CASSETTE WITH STICKER LABELS.
AHLZA REC SIDE A USING SOUND SOURCES
FROM DEVELOPER AND VICE VERSA.



SIDE A.) 

I.) Two intense and relentless Experimental/Harsh Noise acts join forces
to bring you twenty minutes of utter chaos.Two movements delivered in
ten minute bursts of madness.Side A begins with a mind numbing blast of
harsh distortion and squealing feedback in circular rhythms.Massive currents
of sub-bass force things along like a steam powered machine.Everything seems
to be breaking, Crumbling, Decaying, Vomiting and dying...Like some machine
come to life and gone into an instant bout of seizure and sickness.I am new to
AHLZAGAILZEGUH but I can tell you this...Everything that DEVELOPER touches
or takes part in is a chaotic thrill-ride through a Hell of scrap metals, Rusted razors
and just about every other sharp and deadly thing in existence.Imagine a giant trash
compactor come to life...It then begins to devour people in a croweded and busy spot
in the downtown area of an overpopulated city...Now replace their screams with static
and electronic pulses and you will have an idea of what you are in for here.Like scanning
through radio stations where every broadcast is a live report of armageddon.If you are into
insane and heavy Noise releases along the lines of MACRONYMPHA, SEWER ELECTION,
HALALNIHIL, Etc then you will dig this for sure.This thing foams at the mouth with bubbling
and frothing electronic pulses...These dudes have created a digital disease.This is what your brain
looks like after too much Facebook and Twitter or whatever other dot com bullshit you waste your
lives on.Swarming masses of mechanical insects and space invader crafts in an all out war against
humanity and all the feeble monuments they have erected.Pop this tape in and just listen as it all
comes crashing down around you.Sometimes we all just wish the world would explode...Let this
accompany all your misanthropic daydreams.

SIDE B.)

II.) Side B is just as cracked out and messed up as the audio slaughterhouse we were thrown
into a few minutes ago.Ten more minutes of insanity for your enjoyment or torment.Scraping
noise like the white sheets of death of an avalanche.Alien bloops and beeps.Massive air currents
in a man eating vortex.Feedback, Distortion, Squealing noise and what sounds like otherworldly
voices reciting Summerian prayers of death and destruction.Like malevolent beings from another
dimmension flipping through channel upon channel all depicting the end of our world as displayed
on bad intergalactic cable.Whether or not that makes a bit of sense to you doesn't matter...By the end
of side B you won't have any sense left anyways.Blasting this at full volume with your windows open is
a great way to piss off and confuse your neighbors...And pets...Well actually my cat seems to like it but 
he is just as weird as I am...Anyways if you want a blistering, Punishing, Face melting Harsh Noise tape
then look no further.Girlfriend constantly bitching at you? Blast this and it will surely drown out any
traces of her menstrating bullshit.I also think that this may be the perfect cure for a bad hangover.It
will wake your ass up at the very least.Moments of this sound like a colossal vacuum eating everything
in it's wake.At other times there are just no words to describe the all out onslaught that these dudes bring.
Just imagine everything you own breaking apart and reforming over and over again while being amplified
and filtered through contact mics or some shit.Totally ridiculous, Over the top and awesome stuff.

A LITERAL HARSH NOISE HELL.JUMP IN THE FIRE AND LET IT CONSUME YOU.
THIS SHIT WILL ABSOLUTELY WRECK YOU.MAKE FACTOTUM TAPES YOUR NEW
HOME FOR HARSH NOISE.YOU WON'T BE DISSAPOINTED:

7.5/10
-Abattoir-

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