Tuesday, August 12, 2014

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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