Friday, January 30, 2015

REVIEW-EN NIHIL-DEAD FREQUENCY-CASSETTE

EN NIHIL-DEAD FREQUENCY-CASSETTE
DANVERSSTATE RECORDINGS/DSR58
HARSH NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS/DEATH INDUSTRIAL
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
ON A BLACK CASSETTE.
EN NIHIL IS:
ADAM FRITZ



SIDE A.) 
I.) DEAD FREQUENCY I:
Soft rumbling sub bass rhythms crawl across the floor in a lurching
loop.Instantly a feeling of dread fills the air as feedback climbs
from out of distant depths and reaches towards the listener.Secondary
loops consisting of high end electronics radiate like pale moon light
filtered through a dust smeared window.Wet sounds like bullfrogs on the
other side of your walls can be heard along with scratching noise like
rats trying to force their way in under the foundation.Harsh noise and
thick frequencies splinter the wood of your floorboards as everything
around you begins to quake in a fear induced fit.Audio terror and digital
decay.Straight noise rarely sounds this corroded and vile.This is pure black
audio.Soon everything around you is thrown into a frantic whirlwind as if you're
belongings are being violently misplaced by energetic poltergeists.Twisting sounds
like come like a forming vortex and shoot powerful jolts of raw energy in every
direction.It sounds like we are in Frankenstein's lab as the monster awakens.High
energy levels reach hazardous peaks.The paint is stripped from the walls as the
stones and wood holding it all together begin to come down in a cascade of debris.
EN NIHIL has never seemed so furious and I have reviewed several of his releases
over the years...Dead Frequency is an all out storm.Raging harsh Power Electronics
like you've never experienced before.Heavily distorted and yet so crisp and clear
that you can make out every sound in the carnage blasting fourth.Pummeling bass-
drum-like rhythms beat you to a bloodied pulp as chilling ambiance begins to hover
on spectral strings.It feels like the very spirit of Death himself is being channeled
through your speakers...This isn't a noise album...It's a fucking conjuring.In the 
Lovecraftian tradition I will leave you with no words to describe the foul beasts
that enter next...All I will say is that they are absolutely maddening.It arrives
in a wave of silence.Deep heavy breaths fill the air and all fades into a dead
silence...On we go to side B where other nameless horrors await.

SIDE B.)
II.) DEAD FREQUENCY II:
Intense feedback that literally scared the shit out of me rings in the air
beyond the threshold of tolerance.This shit literally caused me to jump in
my fucking seat.Harsh walls of swarming static devour what little sanity
you have left.Distorted rhythms turn out like a foul ocean of rot and 
stench.Additional layers of merciless noise roll out like a fucking
panzer tank on an all out warpath.This is total destruction.Cannons
fire off and blow large chunks through anything in their path.It almost
sounds like blast beats sped up ten times fast.All while the original
high pitched signal rings in the air like audio torture.The levels of
distortion here are unmatched.This is about as harsh as noise can get.
Bones are grinded into a thick powder as the war machine treads on.
Every obstacle is smashed...Every building demolished.In terms of
volume this is beyond loud.At times it sounds like a militia of
ground forces have been deployed with orders to start a mechanical
massacre and leave no survivors.There are no fucking prisoners left 
to take anyways.EN NIHIL will leave you absolutely wrecked with this
one.The sounds of heavy artillery and rotating chopper blades come 
and create an atmosphere of pure punishment.Un-oiled and rusted
machines are air dropped in to blow the debris into dust and the
dust into nothingness.I literally had to turn this one down as shit
started shaking and falling off of my shelves.If you have ever wanted
to experience the sounds of a battlefield during World War Two then
look no further than this release.That is literally the best comparison
I can think of to describe what I am hearing.Rockets burst and send sharp
missiles of shrapnel back down to earth.Mountains of human gore are piled
up and blasted into chunks and chunks of chunks until nothing remains that
could be recognized as a human being.Steaming fountains of blood form rivers
and then seas as the assault comes to an end.A few crunching rhythms chew up
any remaining bits and it's lights out.Permanently.

I KNOW IT IS EARLY IN THE YEAR BUT "DEAD FREQUENCY" HAS ALREADY MADE MY
TOP TEN LIST FOR 2015.A FUCKING MASTERPIECE OF RABID HARSH NOISE:

10/10
-ABATTOIR-

WWW.DANVERSSTATERECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

REVIEW-RICHARD RAMIREZ-PRIVATE LOWLIFE-CASSETTE

RICHARD RAMIREZ-PRIVATE LOWLIFE-CASSETTE
PHAGE TAPES - PT:193
HARSH NOISE/HEAVY ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A CARDBOARD FOLD-OUT CASE WITH ARTWORK
ON THE INSIDE AND OUTSIDE.ON A BLACK CASSETTE WITH
SILVER ARTWORK PRINTED ON THE TAPE.
RICHARD RAMIREZ IS: RICHARD RAMIREZ


SIDE A.) 
I.) MOUTH PLOW:
Extreme Harsh Noise greets you like a sadistic, dripping Glasgow smile.
As uncomfortable as a crazed dentist drill grinding your teeth as they 
become dust and debris."Mouth Plow" hits you right in the face right from
the start.It sounds like a bulldozer recklessly dragging it's front in through
a crowded busy street.Scraping into the pavement and ripping out the asphalt.For
a time harsh distorted rhythms become steady loops that sound like the grows and
roars of crudely made mechanic animals.Fierce and ever ready to pounce as it paces 
back and forth to the beat of it's own maniacal drum.This creates a heavy sense of
tension and begins an eerie build up that makes you anticipate what may come next in
fear and frustration.Better guard your pretty little chompers cause RICHARD RAMIREZ
has come to pull teeth."Mouth Plow" is a bite sized meal with a squeal! High ringing
feedback whines like whirring instruments of torture and heavy undercurrents moan and
rumble until everything drops into an almost soothing hum as feedback drones like the
drip of a strong drug in your veins.Washed out static and harsh noise blasts come breathing 
through your speakers...Soon after distorted spoken vocals are heard obscured in painful
bursts of noise like the drifting words of sadistic surgeons as they casually rip you the
fuck apart.Some people choose to start shitty garage bands...Others put their pedals to
good use.RICHARD RAMIREZ is one of the others.

SIDE B.)
II.) STAG REEL PART II:
This one just yearns to be heard...and after what I listened to before I can tell
you it deserves it."Stag Reel Part II" begins with feedback for a few seconds and 
then blasts your ears with a second helping of brutal and relentless harsh noise.
The Bulldozer is back, baby!!! I'm really loving all the different transitions.
RICHARD RAMIREZ seems to be totally in the zone with the pedal effects and distorted
onslaughts.All over the knobs but with them under his control and knowing their fucking
place.Textures build and form a solid backbone in the background giving you a surreal 
and very violent sound that surrounds the listener like a ass of pissed off wasps.There's
never a dull moment with on this tape...Of course there are slow moments to build anticipation
and add a feeling of suspense but it never lasts long enough to leave you feeling bored.Scraping 
metallic grinding aggression that can be compared to the sound of dragging a tail pipe across broken 
glass and gravel.It is truly inspiring to hear how RICHARD RAMIREZ can make his electronics have a 
personality all there own.Noise is an art form and RICHARD RAMIREZ is a true artist.An architect of
sound...Like a treasure hunt in a giant junkyard.So much to discover here that repeated listens are
absolutely necessary.Pure harsh noise to obliterate the world around you.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FOR FANS OF: CUSTODIAN..HANATARASH..MACRONYMPHA..
CREATION THROUGH DESTRUCTION..EN NIHIL..ETC

7/10
-NECRODOLL-

PHAGETAPES@YAHOO.COM


Thursday, January 29, 2015

REVIEW-SOMNAPHON-AN ANTHOLOGY OF ERRORS-VHS

SOMNAPHON-AN ANTHOLOGY OF ERRORS-VHS
OUT OF BODY RECORDS/O-O-B R-VHS-002
HARSH NOISE/SURREAL-PSYCH/EXPERIMENTAL
COMES IN AN OLDSCHOOL HARD PLASTIC VIDEO RENTAL STYLE
BOX BEAUTIFULLY PRESENTED LIKE AN 80'S B-MOVIE.
ON BLACK CASSETTE WITH STICKER LABELS COMPLETE WITH 
A "PLEASE STOP REWIND" STICKER.
CREATED: 2011-2014
SOMNAPHON IS:
AUGUST TRAEGER



I.) MY AUTO-ROTATING SHIRT / II.) TONE TWIT 3 /
III.) MY REMOTE VIEWING SEAGULL GAME / IV.) ENESATE /
V.) TONE TWIT 4.2 / VI.) MY INSATIABLE APOTEMNOPHILIA /
VII.) MY RESIDUAL SUN PATTERNS / VIII.) MY OWN PRIVATE 
SIDEREAL ZODIAC / IX.) MY COLLECTION OF DEATH GODDESSES /
X.) HARSH BIRD WALL / XI.) MY OBSIDIAN WAVE GENERATOR:

I really do not recommend watching this if you suffer from epilepsy.
There is a good chance you will be forcefully thrown into a twitchy fit
and swallow your own tongue before the first track is over.Unless that is 
your idea of a good afternoon then by all means strap on your helmet, find
something to bite down on and enjoy! If you are not prone to seizures you
probably will be by the end of this.This is an absolute trip in regards to
both audio and visuals.A 45 minute assault on the senses.Patterns flash across
the screen.Glitchy fragments like jagged ever flowing rivers and choppy static
ocean waves.Spacey noises bloop and beep as the pictures force you into a drooling
trance.Solar flares and almost video game like electronics come in an array of colors
and forms.It feels like a display or organised randomness.A living contradiction.
Like a surrealist painting fed through a broken monitor and accompanied by a soundtrack
that manifested out of pure energy...Or like plugging in a broken Atari into a damaged
television monitor and recording the results.Images go from full screen to tiny squares
and rectangles of madness.Harsh passages of time stretched noise come like a virus in
an out of date computer system.Pulses and puzzle pieces laced in static and feedback.
We are spiraling out of control down the rabbit hole with no end in sight.Rhythms come
and go along with matching waves of visual shapes and static.Obscure angles appear and
vanish into pix-elated nightmares.The audio changes just as rapidly as the videos.Psychotic
noise on a joyride through cyberspace.Birds eye views of industrial buildings come as washed
out and heavily edited scenes as seemingly random drums like two percussionists playing against
each other in a chaotic battle of the bands is heard neath distorted croaking bursts of noise.
Like listening to EINSTURZENDE NEUBAUTEN during a lazer war in space.Stair cases spiral as
beeping electronics lead you closer and further from the bizarre images on screen.Sounds of
approaching mother ships and fighter jets fill the air as obscure pictures send you into a
confused and dizzy state.This honestly fucks with your head and vision at times.Things drop
into slow motion at times only to flip the switch moments later.Alien transmissions and
otherworldly signals flash like coded messages being recieved.Clicking noises and layers
of feedback blend as one as deep rhythms and rising tones come and go.At other times heavy
distortion whips you out of a trance and throws you into an even deeper state of oblivion.
Ascending synths and jagged visual manipulations add a sense of danger and insanity.Your
eyes begin to blur and water at times if you stare too deep into the digital abyss on the
screen.Pastel colors flash until all is black and white and then suddenly you are met with
still photographs of female faces and playful, childlike sounds.Pictures hide in stripes
and lines as static takes over.It sounds like a room full of fax machines and photo copy
devices mating in a technological orgy.Frenzied digital love making and rough analog sex.
Visions of cavernous areas deep in the crust of the earth flash in a colorless spectacle
and form white rapids as truly odd and unique noise is heard in a warped mess over wet
gurgles and strange ambiance.Moments later this becomes the sound of an angry trash compactor
crushing everything in it's violent wake.Red squares float over calm ambiance in a white void
only moments later.The colors transform and bathe the room in a calm atmosphere.For once this
actually feels relaxing although there is a sinister and haunting vibe to it.Pipes rattle and
scrape as water drips unto a metallic surface.Robotic birds chirp in a fabricated environment.
Mimicked nature from a computer generated graphics engine.Chamber synths in miserable tones spill
out and vanish.Beautiful and depressing strings play a melody over spacey electronic fuckery.Choirs
sing in angelic voices as mirrored images become one and separate in a dance macabre.Geometric
curiosities and architectural manipulations.Cinematic and highly artistic like a living version
of a high art exhibit.Modernist madness and Dada weirdness combine over the sounds of data being
transferred from various devices.What is cleverly titled as "Harsh Bird Wall" begins with field
recordings off ten thousand chattering birds over harsh distortion and a dizzying array of shapes 
and colors.Like a video taken of a busy city at high speed and later transformed into an art piece
with some goal of social commentary in mind.By far one of the more "violent" tracks on the release
as well as one of my own personal favorites.The images rush by with force and intensity as the music
drones on until all is a blurred mess.Bubbling, frothing sounds take over until it feels like you
have been dragged into a tube of high powered water.The colors turn dark and cool to mirror the
feeling of drowning beneath the weight of a frantic consumer society.All while nature laughs in
the trees...Mocking our futile attempts at happiness and success.The final track comes as soft bells
and glass instruments joined by tinker toys and pulsating electric waves.Rock formations sway on the
screen like a ship on ocean waves.What almost sounds like lead guitars play strange melodies with a
middle eastern flavor as breathing landslides inhale and exhale.Space noise spirals around holding
the track together until all becomes echos and darkness.

DRUGS ARE NOT NEEDED BUT FEEL FREE TO ENHANCE THE EXPERIENCE ANYWAY YOU WANT.
A TOTAL MINDFUCK IN TERMS OF BOTH SIGHT AND SOUND:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

WWW.SOMNAPHON.NET
OUTOFBODYRECORDS.BANDCAMP.COM
OUTOFBODYRECORDS.BLOGSPOT.COM

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

REVIEW-APOCRYPHOS-THE PRISONERS CINEMA-CD

APOCRYPHOS-THE PRISONERS CINEMA-CD
CLYCLIC LAW - 73rd CYCLE
DARK AMBIENT/ISOLATIONIST CHAMBER MUSIC
COMES IN A FOUR PANEL DIGIPACK WITH ART
AND LINER NOTES.
APOCRYPHOS IS:
ROBERT C. KOZLETSKY (SHOCK FRONTIER)
GUEST MUSICIANS:
FREDERIC ARBOUR ON TRACK FIVE.
DANIELLE KOZLETSKY ON TRACK SEVEN.



I.) EIGENGRAU / II.) TO DARK CELLS / III.) SUBINTERIOR FIGURES /
IV.) PHOSPHENE / V.) NEOLITHIC HYPNAGOGIA / VI.) THE FURTHEST SANCTUARY /
VII.) VESTIGE / VIII.) THE LANGUAGE OF ISOLATION:

We start out with "Eigenrau" nearly ten minutes in total eclipse.Brooding
wind swept ambiance leaks out like steam from a broken pipe until it slowly
feels the room with heavy intensity.High and low synth notes dance like frail
dead leaves on a winter breeze feeling the air with a profound sorrow.There is
a very intellectual and nocturnal vibe to the album.Music for long and solitary
nights in deep thought or study.Creatures who have long ago shunned the sun can
be heard praising their mother moon in the distance.Textures flow like white water
falls neath the crisp silver moonlight.Dense and twisting as midnight fog.Ghostly
choirs sing in radiant voices that linger long after they have passed.Fragile and
stunningly beautiful.Orchestral rhythms add pace and substance preventing this from
sounding too lost or spacey.Everything is perfectly woven tightly together and each 
layer comes across as part of a whole rather than a disjointed afterthought.Thick synths
roll in like slow creepy lava and conqueror all in tidal waves of blistering heat...And yet 
the piece as a whole still chills you to the bone.Distant flutes cry out along with awakening
birds adding a natural and primal feeling...And now we journey on. "To Dark Cells" is another
lengthy track at over eight minutes.Cold ambiance comes in a low and bitter breeze.High notes
scream out quietly and fade into obscurity.The chirping of insects and distant indistinct voices
can be heard in the chilly night air.This is isolationist ambient done right.Cinematic but in
slow motion.Vivid images of lost civilizations come to mind as the track captures you and leads
you down long forgotten corridors.Stirring voices stretch towards the sky as if in an attempt to
call down God's long dead.Rolling ocean waves turn in and pull out after crashing upon jagged rocks.
To call this atmospheric would be an understatement.This is hauntingly gorgeous.Shifting insects work
at unseen tasks in the night as they chatter away in their own strange tongue.It is like being imprisoned
in a lonely and crumbling cell in a tower on a cliff high above the roaring ocean.Your only company the few
moths who cling to the little warmth of your dank wet cell."Subinterior Figures" is a shorter track that opens
with uneasy drones and sinister deep piano keys echoing as they bounce off the walls.A claustraphobic and anxious
soundscape that stretches out invoking you further in a place you shouldn't have entered.Again we hear strange things
that sound like vermin and insects as they scurry on every angled surface.Acoustic guitar strings are plucked by phantom
hands and the notes simply dissapear.There is a strange sense of stillness even though you can hear movement all around
you.The multiple layers join as one yawning voice that carries deep into the night.Both curious and frightening.The calls
of succubi invite you further in as you willingly tread towards your end.This particular track sounds more haunted than
it does haunting."Phosephene" is close to seven minutes in length.Sounds slowly climb to the surface as if they had made
a long journey through a hidden cavern somewhere in nowhere.Playful specters ride on cool winds as glass chimes vibrate
and rumble in the air.Thick strands of dark ambiance pulse out and chase you into the depths like ghastly wraiths appearing
before your startled and unbelieving eyes.Dreadfully miserable moans cry out in a despondent pitch as winged things swarm
around and beat the air with grotesque wings.A gathering of whispering voices can be heard but the words can never be made
out or comprehended.Even more so than the previous track this one sounds haunted if not totally possessed.All manner of 
horrific entities can be heard playing as they hover from one ear to the other."Neolithic Hypnagogia" is a collaborative 
piece between APOCRYPHOS and FREDERIC ARBOUR.The longest track on the album at over eleven minutes.Beautiful strings rise
from realms unknown.Building and growing like an organism cloaked in every shade of misery and sadness known to man.There
is a heart wrenching sadness to the track that causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand.Utterly captivating.What
sounds like synthetic brass instruments can be heard like a victory song began to soon followed by a swift retreat.Echoing
voices of withered spirits drone on like a time-stretched lament.An immense feeling of loss is invoked more and more with
each passing moment.It is rare that a track weighs so heavy on your chest...This one in particular crushes your heart like
a boulder.Thick electronics pulse beneath the voices of damned monks and fallen saints.By far one of the most intense dark
ambient tracks we have ever reviewed.The sound is massive almost to the point of deafening.Not in the same way as Harsh 
Noise or Metal but in terms of power, substance and movement this is a masterpeice.Frigid winds wrap themselves around
you as you become a pillar or foundation in a raging storm of sorrow.A fierce soundscape of depression like you have never 
experienced."The Furthest Sanctuary" takes us far away into a place devoid of all light.A dripping cave where powerful waters
froth beneath the surface.Delicate synths float like glowing fireflies as the ground quakes below.Bursts of air slam against
the walls as something shifts and clatters in the background.Condensation forms and drips from the ceiling, loudly pattering
upon the cold and stony ground.Thick resonating ambiance takes up residence in the empty space like a black cloud billowing
in a confined area.Howling ambiance like the cries of timber wolves howling somewhere outside are heard carried on the air.
The gloom surrounds you to the point you feel like you could touch it if you tried.This album is one to be experienced rather
than listened to."Vestige" is over seven and a half minutes spent in deep meditation.Dreary synths and reversed tones can be
heard as a wall of sound blares on.If you were exiled to a remote island where dark clouds loomed overhead and offered no
silver lining then this would be the perfect soundtrack to accompany your grim and permanent vacation.Ocean waves roar and
fill the air with salty mists.This is the sound of waking up and realizing you have been shipwrecked.Lost and a million 
miles from home let alone civilization.This is the sound of the feeling of doom that sets in soon after.Hints of beauty
wash over the ripples of your mind but are nothing more than sad memories.Again we are met with themes of sorrow and loss
that perform a bitter play with us as the only attending audience."The Language Of Isolation" finalizes our journey.Moaning
ambiance spreads out over a hallucinogenic landscape.The sun is setting and we are in the far depths of nowhere.Choirs sing
to mirror the woe in your soul as you tread bone thin and exhausted.This is music for long walks through vacant deserts as
the blazing sun watches you til it is fully snuffed out on the horizon.Synths come like waves in the humidity tricking the
sight with the illusion of a watery oasis.Rusted objects vibrate in the wind like strings on a cello.We have entered an
empty empire of rust and corrosion.What sounds like male and female voices sing out in opposite and mystical tones like 
monolithic sphinxes come to life.We are left here to wander endlessly until death finally graces us with her presence.

AN AMAZING DEBUT.THIS IS AN ALBUM TO OWN AND A PROJECT TO KEEP
AN EYE ON IN THE FUTURE.
8.5/10

WWW.CYCLICLAW.COM

Sunday, January 25, 2015

REVIEW-ANALFABETISM-SELF TITLED-PRO CDR

ANALFABETISM-SELF TITLED-PRO CDR
SELF RELEASED
RHYTHMIC NOISE/APOCALYPTIC AMBIENT/POWER ELECTRONICS/
COMES IN A FOUR PANEL DIGIPACK WITH PHOTOGRAPHY.



I.) HON ATER EN STEN:
The opening track is a little under three minutes total and invites 
us in with strange dense electronic rhythms that crackle through your
system as rising secondary rhythms cloaked in light distortion join 
the mix.Warped tones, Hissing static bursts and deep distorted pulses
rumble in the background as they force the track forward.A slow shambling
monstrocity.A technological nightmare sinking it's digital talons into your
shivering flesh.Inhuman and robotic voices appear and issue forth commands
impossible to comprehend.Left confused and lost we are thrown into the dizzying
blur of track two.

II.) OM JAG TAPPAR EN ARM:
Corroded symphonies played on dreamy and surreal synths in slow motion open this
eight minute display of alien beauty.Soaring and falling tones ascend and descend
over washed out waves of buzzing distortion.Pulsating electronics rise over dense
bass drums and mechanical rhythms on repeating loops.Low spoken samples fill the
void spaces inbetween as harsh static blasts fill your speakers over and over again.
All is dark and cold as narrations on death and destruction repeat in timed intervals.
Heavy bass drum assaults join in and pummel on.Odd sounds like computer control units
on futuristic space crafts are heard from time to time giving everything a "Cosmic" sound.
Like a mothership traveling from planet to planet to annihilate all life it comes across.
No reason other than conquest and exploration until every galaxy is a black space of debris
and wreckage.

III.) EN VISA OM SOMMAREN:
Deep ambient on ultra dense synths floods the room as low spoken samples play out over
other voices that come in reverse as well as sped up to ten times their regular speed.
Heavy static and crushing distortion blast like an all consuming vortex of pure negative
energy.Even thicker strands of distortion appear until all is a blur and then it all fades
and begins again.Distant clatter and scrap metal percussion's ring out over manipulated voices
and escalating otherworldly electronics.Another destructive wave rolls in full and furious.
The heaviness of this track is absolutely immense.This is an all out onslaught on the listener.
A slow motion slaughter of the soul.

IV.) GENOMLIDANDEN:
Looped rhythms like a more modern version of NON open track four.Repeating chimes are soon
torn asunder by the loudest and most relentless distortion to appear on this record so far.
Looped feedback and heavy electronics similar to some works by EN NIHIL.Burried layers of
dark and meditative ambiance linger as we wait in a panicked state for the next attack.
Sub-bass movements and strange sounds fill the atmosphere.It fills like an underwater
exploration in a sub-marine through treacherous and collapsing deep sea caverns.Dark,
Mysterious and full of danger...Never certain of what lurks around each jagged corner
but pretty sure it's not something you want to encounter.

V.) I HUVUDET PA INGEN ALLS:
For almost nine minutes we are at ANALFABETISM's mercy.Hazy ambiance hangs heavy in
the air as phased tones climb and fall.Again there is a strange otherworldly vibe but
as before it feels like we are in a realm below the ocean waves.Massive distorted rhythms
approach from the distance like great whales coming into sight through the murky waters.
Fierce and powerful with the might of a thousand mortal men.Like coming face to face with
the legendary white whale.Curious synths seem to gather and ponder and observe as haunting
strings stretch out and vanish.If you could see the great vibrations created in the track
I'd imagine they would appear radiant and illuminating like poisoness jellyfish on the hunt
for prey.This is by far one of the most rhythmic albums I have reviewed in a long time.The
patterns created in the noise are both brilliant and effective.Towards the end we are hit
once again with huge striked of punishing distortion only this time accompanied by grinding
noise and surreal soundscapes.It almost sounds like two ideas blended together to form one
complex story.Crafted, thought out and flawlessly executed.

VI.) INGET HUVUD ALLS:
Rumbling noise pops and bursts in your speakers as heavy synths throb in your ear drums.
A little more sinister sounding this time around.Moody strings bellow in a deep voice 
creating a field of minimal soundwaves.Suddenly loud percussion's are heard like a large
lock being bolted on an iron door.Soon it is slammed tight and we are trapped in a despondent
corridoor of solitude and isolation.Claustraphobia in an empty space where the darkness is
so heavy you can feel it crushing your ribcage.Blurred voices speak but are impossible to
understand.Fragmented sentences that echo and leave you to wonder their purpose...Never quite
sure of what you did to deserve this punishment but fully aware that the damnation is very real.
As if in mockery the memory of the door slamming shut repeats over and over until it drives you
to the brink of madness.Just when you think you can take no more it is all over and you awake
to a dreary September day.

VII.) SEPTEMBER:
Laser like pulses fire of and recharge.Dense rhythms on semi-distorted synths are also
present in the mix making this feel powerful and full of energy.Minimal and dangerous.
You can almost feel the radiation sickness as you listen to the track.A distant choir
signals the arrival of swarming noise and spoken samples.This is a very unique peice.
Static shouts echo and trail off as snare drums are quickly smacked.The "bass" drums
sound like an axe meeting a block of wood.Spiraling towers of crunching noise form and
fall as radio transmissions fill the air waves but never reveal their mission or purpose.
Haunting, ghostlike choirs sing a chorus in the distance like some occult ceremony in the
wrong place and at the wrong time.At times all is a confusing mass.An aural cacophony that
simply exists.The effect on the listener is hard to put into words...And when something is
a struggle to define that is usually a good thing in this genre.

VIII.) HON ATER EN STEN TILL
Like the opening track...The final track is a short one...Like bookened holding everything
together and keeping it in place.Bubbling and rumbling electronics send pulses into the air
as loud distorted rhythms that sound like large stones being rolled back to reveal an ancient
entry repeat over and over.Minimal and crisp.Warped and distorted voices speak out from whatever
hideous passage way was uncovered and warn against your entry.Echoing patterns ring out and vanish
and that is the end of the journey.

AN EXCELLENT RHYTHMIC NOISE RECORD FULL OF AMBIANCE AND DEPTH.
I HIGHLY RECOMMEND CHECKING THIS ONE OUT:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

https://www.facebook.com/ProApocalypseAmbient

Friday, January 23, 2015

REVIEW-ISOLATOR-CULTURE AND PRINCIPAL OF ANTI-HUMAN EXALTATION-CD

ISOLATOR-CULTURE AND PRINCIPAL OF ANTI-HUMAN EXALTATION-CD
BLACK PLAGVE PRODUCTIONS-INFECT15
BLACK AMBIENT/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/BLACK NOISE
COMES IN AN EIGHT PANEL DIGI-PACK WITH ARTWORK
AND LYRICS.
ISOLATOR IS:
THE NOTHING:
DRONES, VOCALS, BASS, PERCUSSION.
THE SCULPTOR:
DRONES, SAMPLES, BASS, PERCUSSION.



I.) CAST INTO BLOOD / II.) MANKIND SHALL REAP THE MISTAKES GOD HATH SOWN /
III.) CARRION FOR THE FEASTS OF ANGELS / IV.) YOUR HEAVEN WILL WRITHE WITHIN
THE CHAOS OF MY HELL / V.) INTO THE BLOOD OF OUR KINGDOM:

The debut album "Culture and Principal.." By ISOLATOR can almost be considered a
commentary, documentary or narrative of all life in this universe as we know it
from start to finish.From the initial explosion that sets everything in motion
to the countless centuries of suffering in a slow crawl towards death, decay and
eventually; Our imminent annihilation."Cast Into Blood" Begins with a Big Bang
and sets everything in motion.Cymbals crash as the cosmo's expand revealing pitch
black synths that drone on with dreadful strings.Slow and foreboding like clouds
across the full moon.It sounds like a sorrowful film score played by an orchestra
of the dead in slow motion.Sub-bass death rattles and harsh winds spread out and
conqueror all in their path.As beautiful as it is wretched.Distant whispers fill 
the air like unanswered prayers as hopeless themes play on thick bass strings.
The track crawls and twists along slowly like thorned vines and weeds coming to
choke off the life-source of a once radiant forest.ISOLATOR sounds like a plague
or pestilence making it's way around the world until it grips all life in existence
in it's crushing claws.Comparissons can be made to artists like COREPHALLISM or 
ADERLATING but a little more minimal and isolated at times.Thunderclouds crackle
and boom and the gloom is heavy with this one.By far one of the darkest and moodiest
albums we have heard in this style."Mankind Shall Reap The Mistakes God Hath Sown"
presents us with over thirteen minutes of misanthropic mood music.Low bass drones
and razor sharp electronics stretch out under heavily distorted bass riffs in the
vein of DEATHSTENCH, THE SLAUGHTERED LAMB or GNAW THEIR TONGUES.Leperous winds bellow
and push fourth large gusts of disease as chamber ambiance flows like blood towards
a stone altar.The overall feeling of pure darkness on this album is absolutely crushing
and overwhelming.What sounds like distant hissing screams shriek and echo in the distance
as swarming static and violent riffing forces you into an early grave.It is rare that an
album in this genre sounds genuinely grotesque but there is just something about this one
that makes you feel like something is trying to dig it's way under your skin and devour
you from the inside out.Noises are heard that sound like the scratching legs of a thousand
black scarabs spilling out of the drains and pouring out of the floor boards.The density
and solitary emotions invoked here are similar to TERRA SANCTA but feel much more negative.
There is nothing uplifting or beautiful in conventional manner but there is a soothing and
almost comforting effect at times...Maybe it's the simple fact that ISOLATOR remind you that
life is temporary and all will be obliterated one day.Everything stays pretty consistent
throughout the track other than additional layers of electronics and what sounds like wailing
guitar leads on the horizon from time to time.The intensity builds but we never stray too far
from what we would expect...This however does not take away from the violence and fury of the
track itself."Carrion For The Feasts Of Angels" is an average lengthed track that opens with
decaying riffs and humming sub-bass in rolling black tidal waves.Distant screams ring out in
putrid disgust like the songs of fallen seraphim.The dense heaviness of the track is absolutely
mind-numbing.You can literally feel it like hands attempting to crush your skull.There is a lot
of movement to the piece as riff after riff churns out over pounding waves of filthy water.Like
a calm and calculated storm methodically taking out it's targets in a selective order.The vocals
are black as ash and sound like they come from a throat charred black by the flames of the pit.
It is rare that music genuinely sounds "Evil" anymore these days but ISOLATOR definitely do on
this one."Your Heaven Will Writhe Within The Chaos Of My Hell" is a nearly thirteen minute trip
through the depths of an audio Hell this band has created.Chanting voices and sinister whispers
are heard above noxious and drifting ritual ambient.A distant choir sings along sounding like 
a legion of fallen angels in praise of the nothingness that surrounds them.Heavy riffs come in
pulverizing brutality until they become feedback and start again in a sadistic cycle of suffering.
Rain falls from the cracked and shattered ceiling of Hell as the track crawls forward like a serpent
on it's cursed belly.Rhythmic noise regurgitates distorted bile over and over until it suddenly dies.
The sound these guys bring fourth is massive.It sounds like a daemonic summoning more than a band's
recording.Quaking rhythms and low bestial growls put this right up there with artists like T.O.M.B.
or TREPENARINGSRITUALEN.Lead riffs ring out and vanish as funeral march percussion's add a pace and
a pulse.If you are into feeling and atmosphere as well as relentless brutality, ISOLATOR has it...
Maybe not in the same way a Black Metal or Death Metal band does it...But it's there in it's own
way.Formless yet consistent, Like dark matter spilling from the thrones of hateful God's."Into The
Blood Of Our Kingdom" is the final heavy hitter here and clocks in at exactly sixteen minutes.The
final track begins like any other dark ambient track.Deep moody drones played on despondent synths
that sound like a mass funeral.Chamber strings resonate and vibrate in a mournful manner that fills
you with a heavy hit of apathy.Then it begins...Something is approaching.Haunting synths and strange
static.It sounds like a portal to another world is opening up and something dark and beautiful is
pushing it's way through.Distorted bass noise scratches in the background as the yawning maw of a
world unknown opens before you.Just when you think some otherworldly beast is coming through you
are sucked into nothingness by nothingness.All is void.A nihilistic empire of non-matter.Long riffs
stretch out into infinity to form the formless realm around you.The further in we go we start to 
notice floating debris as it grinds together in an awful noise that fills the empty spaces.Pulsating
rhythms begin and transform into droning riffs with no restraints.Dark energy flowing freely and eating
all it comes into contact with.Pummeling percussion's build and pick up their pace only to fall into 
huge black schisms.Funeral Doom style vocals growl out and fade.Imagine MOSS playing DISEMBOWELMENT 
covers and slowing the tempo down even more.If you are into bands like TREES, OCEAN, MONARCH, Etc
then you really need to check this one out.Total Death Drone.

ONE OF THE DARKEST BANDS WE HAVE HEARD SINCE GNAW THEIR TONGUES:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

REVIEW-NEGRU VODA-VALD DE LUXE-3XCD

NEGRU VODA-VALD DE LUXE-3XCD
MALIGNANT RECORDS-TUMORCD42
POWER ELECTRONICS/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/EXPERINEMTAL NOISE
COMES IN AN EIGHT PANEL DIGI-PACK WITH
LINER NOTES.
NEGRU VODA IS:
PETER NYSTROM



DISC ONE - VALD DE LUXE:

I.) VALD DE LUXE:
The opening track to this monolithic three disc set is a titanic
beast of a track clocking in at almost twenty six minutes.Thick
blades of razor sharp synths bleed out like a fresh gash and fill
the air with a deep sense of dread.Pulsating rhythms wrapped
in strange effects joined by low winds begin to slowly paint a
picture of a desolate wasteland.This has an oldschool Death
Industrial vibe to it throughout the entire track.Bursts of fuzzed
out distortion pave the way for pounding bass drums and clashing
metallics acting as snares.A minimal death march in slow motion.
Not quick and painless...Slow and painful...A downward spiral of
absolute agony.There is a lot going on in the background for such
a dense track...Like all of your fears manifesting in unison as they
join together in one giant mass of malignancy...So many nameless
horrors creep in the far corners and distant shadows and as the song
progresses they only grow closer and closer.A second death march is
heard...This time louder and more frightening than the first.Sub-bass
heavy synths drone on and huge strands of deep and semi distorted
synth leads join in soon after.This sort of reminds me of some of the
more electronic oriented instrumentals of PINK FLOYD.Like when
the massive hammers are marching like faceless soldiers into death
and destruction.The tempo builds and takes on a tribal quality as
howling winds rush by and bite your ears.Warped and phased out
electronics join like static electricity in the eye of a storm...Peter
Nystrom has brought fourth a fucking monster here.Deep electronics
take over in surges of power and might and then we are treated to yet
another session of mechanic drum beats.White hot steam and blasts of
pure static in timed bursts add to the chaos.Double bass drums click like
the hooves of war horses on the horizon.This shit will tear you apart and
run you over.When we say that this is heavy, we mean fucking HEAVY!!!
There is so much here to offer the listener and keep them engaged.Words
can not do it justice.Avalanches of noise demolish all in their path.Drums
fade in and out and then hammer you into submission.Harsh noise swirls
along with sampled spoken vocals and frantic screams.If the terror of being
forced into a concentration camp could be sampled and mirrored in a track
then this is it...And you get an all expenses paid stay in a deluxe suite of pain.
There are a lot of tracks to cover here so I am gonna let you check this out for
yourselves.All I can say is by the end of the track you will be wrecked beyond
salvation and begging for more...Lucky for you there are three fucking discs of
material to be obliterated by here...Oh, and this was released by MALIGNANT 
records so if that doesn't get your attention then your probably on the wrong 
fucking website.

II.) THE FOURTH COFFIN (P.A.L. REMIX):
As if the previous beating wasn't enough NEGRU VODA has decided
to kick us while we're down and hard! Low rumbling synths and high
end noise that scrapes the inside of your ear drums like claws or talons.
Huge early Industrial style drumming.Minimal but effective as shit.
But wait...There's more.Shrill and high shrieks come at you like harpies
in a divebomb.It sounds like a morgue full of dead babies coming back 
to life in a state of pure agony.This is some creepy and disturbing shit.
I don't know what the fuck is going on to cause such a living Hell but
whatever it is we need more of it.NEGRU VODA has summoned some
truly unique and horrifying stuff here.

III.) THE SOUND OF ISLAY (LAGGAN-MHOULLIN VERSION):
This neat little alternate version starts with thick electronics
wrapped in static and flooding synth dread ambience.Spoken
vocals are sampled and give this a sort of THROBBING GRISTLE
type quality to it.Broken glass percussion's and huge Industrial 
drum beats.This reminds me of CABARET VOLTAIRE at times
but with more noise thrown in the mix.The track isn't really 
harsh but it still holds it's own in terms of heaviness and as the
track progresses things are really taken up a notch or two.There's
some really interesting phaser work in the second half of the track.
This is almost nine minutes long and holds the listeners attention for
it's entire duration.Quality entertainment.Can't ask for much more than 
that.

IV.) INFECTED BY (REMIX):
Dark ambiance being strangled into submission by sharp blasts of
harsh noise and feedback.Rhythms that sound like they were crafted
from pure electricity and ultra deep sub-bass that sounds like it was
played on an actual bass guitar rather than generated with synths.
At times it sounds like the track is slow and fast paced in unison.As
it progresses layers gather and textures build as well as become harsher
and more distorted.What sounds like loud drums smothered in grade A
crunchy distortion are heard.This is something you'll want to be infected by.

V.) KOMPRESSOR:
Sharps synths being devoured by ENV filters strike the listener
like cracking whips.Deep resonating ambiance flows beneath like an
undercurrent of darkness."Kompressor" is a fifteen minute swim through
treacherous black waters...Horrid things lurk around every corner like
tentacled monsters.Ringing feedback rides the current like a lost transmission.
Minimal programmed drums appear like peaking creatures and quickly hide
before something bigger swallows them whole.After a while they seem to summon
the courage to venture out further and make some noise.Strange samples that sound
like a scared child speaking in distress fill the void and then vanish.Things start to get
really weird around halfway in and it begins to sound like you are wandering through
another dimension.Cracks of static and synths that sound like the part of a horror film
when the killer is in stalker mode transport you into another realm of terror.Again we
have some awesome bass work to back the track.Odd and captivating sounds fill the
air with wonder to lure you in and eat you alive.Sharp frequencies of feedback return
and then it's off to the next audio disease.

VI.) THE DOBRUJA VIRUS (H1N1 MIX-NEGRU VODA VS. PLAGUE MACHINERY):
This eight minute disc closer opens with harsh static noise and computer feedback.
Something is chanted and then spoken in a foreign tongue.Beautiful synth strings
peak and vanish as we hear a death march through sweeping winds.Additional synths
with interesting voices and what sounds like manipulated clean electric guitar can be
heard as well.Slow and eerie just as proper Death Industrial should be.Everything spirals
down in a slow moan and drops us face first in a pool of ultra deep oil thick synths.Gentle
pianos and the stirring strings from before attempt to assure you that everything is ok but
don't let them fool you.Spoken voices return and we are tossed further into the muck.This
is some dark shit right here.NEGRA VODA have taken the time to school you on how Death
Industrial should sound.Random percussion's rattle your nerves and shake your sanity loose
as haunting pianos are played by the unseen hands of ghosts.The crushing synths are so strong
that they almost sound like Drone Doom guitars...Heavy, distorted and utterly earth shaking.
Sort of like WOLVSERPENT or AELTER.A single chime rings out and all falls silent.

DISC TWO - DARK TERRITORY:

I.) NOT MUCH HAPPENS AT THE END OF A RECORD:
Disc two literally begins with the sounds made from a needle stuck at
the end of a record.Music made from the end of music.There is a sense
of sarcasm to this track but also one of curiosity.It is no surprise when
a member of the Noise scene attempts to create a track out of something
as random as this.I have heard much stranger things since my time here at
Traumatic Static and I am sure I will hear stranger things in the near future.
This may just be a needle skipping over a broken record but I have heard
people say that's what Noise sounds like to them...Love it or hate it, I could
care less...Static in rhythm...It works for me.

II.) RADIOTRONIK:
Much louder than the previous track.Apparently a lot happens when NEGRU
VODA goes Radiotronik on your ass.Sweeping blasts of deep distortion and
hazy static rip through your ears like a twister on a rampage.Now it seems
like NEGRU VODA has decided to school all you kids on Harsh Noise as well.
This switches from dense to high end frequencies when it sees fit.As long as it
is ripping your ass apart I think Peter Nystrom is content with it.This isn't straight
HNW type stuff...There are patterns in this cloud of chaos.Each addition seems to
serve a purpose to bring it all together as a whole.This just goes to show that NEGRU
VODA is an entity of many faces.

III.) SILENT FORCE ENTRY:
Spoken word samples speak of rape and murder.The overall vibe is one of 
a dark and dreary crime noire scene.One where slick dressed detectives are
ready to get to the bottom of things.One where the killer is still on the loose.
Static rhythms flow into the air and fill it with an intensity that can only be
described as anticipation.A strong sense of knowing something terrible will
soon take place but unsure of what, where or how...Or most importantly whom.
Live wire electric noise builds and grows as it rushes fourth in an urgent storm.
Something is approaching and silently forcing its way within as the song title
suggests.Muffled voices gather all around you...They seem to be in the process
of interrogating suspects.Screaming noises pulse and reach in your direction.
We are going into dark territory and will soon find ourselves swallowed alive.

IV.) DARK TERRITORY:
Deathly cold Dark Ambient.Rushing winds and moaning noises pour out
and usher in the arrival of dense rhythms and static movement.High end
feedback and shrieking tones rise.It sounds like a cord is being unwound 
and stretched by hands in latex gloves.Squeaky and sterile.The instruments
of premeditated murders in progress.Lashes of static strip the skin off your
back in repeated agony.Slow and malignant but bearing a grin like razor wire.
Shifting glacial movements slide and form living breathing entity created by
your own paranoid imagination.This is the sound of things that go bump in
the night running rampant.

V.) APPARATUS:
I have no idea what kind of apparatus was used to create this but whatever
it was it made for an excellent instrument for a noise track.Strange clicking
sounds like the mandibles of many insects dissecting a fresh kill are heard.
The static rhythms that have been so prevalent on this disc make another
appearance as well.Crunching destruction soon follows along with buzzing
flies and the powerful moans of some writhing beast lost in a great storm of
snow and ice.Both dangerous and relaxing...Like a soft and hypnotizing lull
that reduces you to a vegetative state and then sinks it's fangs deep inside to
liquefy your organs and drink your essence.At times it is like you can hear your
body becoming a shriveled sack of skin and bones...Sucked dry and left to rot.
One final strike at the end seals the deal and you become part of a nice pile
of bodies.

VI.) A NICE PILE OF BODIES:
Much like "Silent Force Entry" this starts with spoken word samples that
sound like they were taken from a classic and disturbing black and white
movie.The type of thing you would have seen at a drive-thru theater in
the 1950's...Perfect for bringing a young woman to get scared and bothered
so you can feel like a big man and "protect" her...Little did you know this 
would be your last night out.Harsh strands of grinding noise drill into your
skull like the tools of an autopsy.Laid out on a cold steel operating table.
Devices are all around you pumping your innards and extracting your fluids.
Skin is peeled and wounds are probed and inspected.Hoses vacuum the very
blood from your veins and replace it with embalming fluids and various chemicals
to preserve a look of life and vitality.In truth...You are dead.Marching rhythms are
heard as your flesh is beat and shaped like meat in a market.Further suctioning and
violations await.

VII.) SUCTION:
Massive machines pump great currents of air for an unknown purpose.
The engine of the mechanical nightmare growls and struggles with each
gust.A giant vacuum come to obliterate everything in it's path for no clear
reason.Enjoy.

VIII.) PETRIFIED:
Electronic currents surge like blood in veins.Monotron like synth drones
and crackling static.The wings of insects flicker like candles flames creating
another drone to compliment the one before.This is similar to the previous
track in the way that it seems to exist for an obscure and unclear purpose.We
are not certain what it is that NEGRU VODA is trying to express with this and
we only have a one word title to entertain our imaginations.The great thing 
about noise is that there doesn't have to be a clear answer.Just enjoy it as an
audio exploration and let it engulf you.

IX.) ANALOG HIGHLAND INFERNO (THE KOMPLETE):
Over fifteen minutes in the inferno.Sampled chimes and pre-recorded, computerized
voices in a foreign tongue.Swarming winds that lick the flesh with tongues like knives.
Huge Death Industrial drumming in a crushing march of mechanical destruction.This
time NEGRU VODA has come to bring the pain.This fierce storm rolls out like a tyrant
in the company of warmongers.Conquest and victory are all that matter and the assault
has begun.This feels angry and inhuman.An all out onslaught without emotion or remorse.
A great death machine come to end all and claim what remains as a badge of honor.Icy blasts
of wind come in immense gusts.Electric pulses along with grinding bonesaws.Imagine the marching
hammers from PINK FLOYD's "The Wall" stomping through your town in the dead of winter.That is
sort of what this sounds like.The drums are at ease for a brief moment and then return with a vengeance.
A haze of whispers in panic fills the air as frenzied static and moaning machines are set loose on an unprotected
public.In other words.This is a massacre.Much later the pounding drums cease and slicing blades take their place.
Voices in sickness and suffering hang heavy in the air in a grand display of the aftermath of the carnage that came
before.Shotgun blast drums sound off one after another until all fades into debris and ash.

X.) THE INSTITUTE (LOBOTOMY DRIVE-THRU):
Harsh noise on the severe high end blares out into your ears.Welcome to the institute.
A place where you can get a lobotomy in five minutes as an out patient procedure.Rising
mid-level noise comes in a haze of distortion.Sub-bass movements and sterile winds are
heard accompanying the arrival of Dr. Nystrom.Rhythms that mirror your racing pulse are
heard as he prepares his saws and utensils for the operation.A heavy sense of doom floods
the room and impending dread sets in.Things begin to grow still and quiet for a short time
as things begin to take place.Fear and adrenaline are replaced by a numb stupor as the doctor
begins his work.As the medication drips into your veins you feel it wash over you and you slip
into oblivion.Industrial percussion's pound and echo in your head.These are the outside sounds
of the horrors around you penetrating your mind.You awaken catatonic to a silent world.

XI.) PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY HEAD:
Synth drones rise and vibrate within the walls of your skull.Moaning bass tones give way
to groaning sub-bass churning and howling noise as the world outside of your head slowly
crumbles and fades away.You are being removed from your own self and left to drift and wander
in the spirit.Floating through an empty and void place.Anxiety builds in the form of crunching
electronics and static electricity.This has both a dreamy and nightmarish effect all at once.It starts
to sound like a living mass of energy is slowly chewing you to bits.Eating you alive from the inside
out.This is a perfect showcase of how a true noise track is done and the transcending effect that
are brought fourth through experiencing such a thing.Fragments of vocals can be heard breaking
apart and vanishing in glitched displays.Hi-hats and cymbals appear and vanish adding movement
and another layer of overall strangeness.Multiple textures are blended and spliced forming a surreal
current that breaths raw life into the piece.This is one of my favorite NEGRU VODA tracks just because
of the eerie and inhuman quality it holds.NEGRU VODA can most certainly still your head.

XII.) MONO/STEREO:
The finale of disc two starts with a minimal hum.Your mind begins to form patterns out
of the long stretches of sound until actual patterns arrive.When I say that this track is 
minimal I mean that in the truest sense of the word."Mono/Stereo" is pure sound for a
purpose you may or may not understand.Distant pulses gather and rush out to their own
distruction in an infinite cycle.This track is comprised of sub-bass tones that will shake 
your windows and floorboards if played loudly.The type of stuff that can somehow wreck
your speakers with pulses of near silence.Human ears can perceive many strange things.
This is one of them.

DISC THREE - WHISPERS FROM THE SILENT SHAFT:

I.) THE MINE SHAFT:
The final disc has some of my personal favorite tracks from NEGRU VODA.
Track one Starts with the sound of helicopter blades slashing the air
and emergency transmissions...Then BOOM! Heavy metallic percussion's
pound you into submission and force your attention.We have crash landed
in a pit of total despair.Cold minimal ambiance and distant knocking sounds.
Synth strings add a sense of suspense and curiosity as they invite you further
down the rabbit hole.Spoken words in a foreign tongue can be heard causing further
confusion and wonder.Clicking electronics make it feel like the sands of time are
running low and add a feeling of danger and urgency.Electronic drum beats bring a
pace and create a "rush to the finish" sort of atmosphere.Slow and crushing just
as Death Industrial should be.

II.) THE DRILL:
The mine shaft flows right into the drill.Again there is a curious ambiance that
causes you to want to explore deeper.Plucked strings echo in a crystal clear atmosphere.
Shifting sounds are heard in the distance but their source is unknown.Buzzing electronics
form drones and vanish as inhuman voices moan in a peculiar manner...Like ghastly spirits
lost and wandering.Ultra heavy industrial drums begin and annihilate everything in their
path.This track absolutely stomps!!! Distorted static rhythms swarm in the air and take 
of at light speed.The track most certainly drills it's way into your skull.Pulsating beats
and thick electronics digging deep to unearth something I can't even imagine.You could not
ask for a better example of Death Industrial.The rhythms switch from one ear to the other
causing you to feel like NEGRU VODA is swallowing you whole.And my recommendation would be
to let it engulf you until you utterly lose yourself in the brilliant sounds presented here.

III.) CLAUSTROFOBIC HANGOVER:
Pulsing synths wrapped in strange effects drill their way into your senses like surgical
tools.Rumbling sub-bass drones quake beneath the surface as deep bass drums begin to add
a pulse like a pounding heart.The sounds of machinery create a wall of debris that chokes
the oxygen from the air and brings the claustrophobic effect NEGRU VODA was surely going 
for.Beeping devices like life support systems can be heard as well as time-stretched chimes
that create a surreal layer of sound that seems to float above the rest.It sounds like a
great number of medical devices are attempting to keep you alive as well as keep you calm.
You can almost feel the drip of the medication entering your veins.Chilling winds blow right
outside your window joined by feedback and strange, haunting tones.A waking nightmare.

IV.) TELEVISION STATE:
Bleak soundscapes heavy in dread and despair.Diembodied voices communicate with one
another in low almost whispered tones.Distorted rhythms corrode and crumble as dozens
of television sets click on and off one after another.Slow and perfectly timed percussion's
pound out in heavy stomps.You can feel their vibrations in the air long after.Noises phase
in and out as the intensity of the peice grows.The air is filled with static and electricity.
Beeps and bloops from failed radio transmissions.It sounds like a hundred ghosts are trying to
reach out to you through the airwaves in a desperate plea for help.News broadcasts reporting
politics and disasters appear in fragments and fade away.Like a condensed history of the entire
human race.

V.) THE SOUND OF ISLAY (QUARTER CASK EDIT):
Once again we have another version of this track.This one starts out with spoken samples and
mid-paced industrial drumming.The drums bring to mind early FRONTLINE ASSEMBLY or SLEEP CHAMBER
but the track it'self is it's own entity.Sampled arguments play out over a vortex of wind and
super low synth drones.Electronic waves roll in and out pushing the track along with the drums.
A great track with great rhythms.One you can tap your toes to for sure.

VI.) LIVE IN TOKYO '79:
Pure dense distortion gives way to minimal bass drums and rising currents of rhythmic noise.
Fist pounded percussions and flesh ripping electronics.Secondary rhythms rush by like air
blown into your ears and everything starts to take form.A shambling monstrocity with no
sense or reason.It simply exists to exist as it treads on towards an unknown destination.
Imagine Godzilla heading towards tokyo with nothing but hunger and self gratification on
his mind.This one sounds something like that.

VII.) THE SMELL OF ISLAY:
The last track presented here in the "Islay" cycle.Similar to the others but with slight
differences in structure and composition.We still have those relentless pounding rhythms
and bestial machinery.Harsh waves of static that come and go as they please.Dreary ambiance
is still burried beneath the crusted and eroded bottom layer of the track.Hornet like buzzing
tones pass by on their way to nowhere.Destructive jolts of live wire electricity radiating
hazardus volts lash out over ever changing beats.If you are into artists like PROSTATE or
YOUTH CODE but have a taste for Death Industrial then this is for you.The smell of islay 
clocks in at a little over thirteen minutes so there is a lot to experience.The drums vanish
and everything turns into phased out static that passes from one ear to the other in what feels
like an unending cycle.It sounds like fighter jets as they ascend and then soar on their way to
war.Once they reach the vanishing point of the horizon we hear a tidal wave of plasma quickly
approaching.Pulsing drones heavy in bass and static.Drums reappear and slowly work their way
to the front.You could almost consider this Martial Industrial at times as it has a real militant
vibe to it.NEGRU VODA obviously takes his work very seriously and is a dedicated soldier to say
the least so you could consider it militant in that respect as well.Snares are smacked violently
as the battle rages on.The pace picks up with double bass fury and high end noise screeching like
eagles.Pretty intense stuff to say the least.Towards the end everything just becomes immensly heavy.
Inhuman and cold as ice.

VIII.) TURKU:
We end it all with a monolithic track at just under twenty minutes.Emergency news broadcasts are
heard echoing over frenzied blasts of static.Emergency sirens blare in the air as people shout
and scream in panic.We are in the midst of a disaster and there is little anyone can do.Reports
on explosions are recited as massive amounts of sub-bass flood the scene.Swirling noises and
screaming feedback.It sounds like a real life horror show.The atmosphere is uneasy and frantic.
Confussion fills the air as people swarm in a hopeless attempt to find shelter and locate their
loved ones.It's like being present for the impact of a terrorist attack.Layers of sound are organized
and ordered to flow under it all in a brilliant fashion.Chain-lined fences rattle as riots begin.The
citizens want answers and they want them now.Haunting voices carry on the breeze and add a hollow
emptiness that perfectly mirros the hearts of the people involved.Cutting noise slices the air and
cuts deep holes to allow more tension to flow in.Distant rhythms start and stop as everything begins
to blur.We sink deep down into a pool of quiet ambiance.Discussions, debates and reports still lingering
in the ashen air.Clouds of smoke roll in along with grinding electronics.Tiny disasters can be heard as
they take place in the distance.Roaring distortion grows thicker and thicker like smoke blacking out the
sun.Glitcy drum beats and pounding war drums signal the arrival of whatever military faction has been ordered
to handle the situation.Advanced weapons are loaded up and it's time for corrupt government to handle business
their way.Casulties are of no concern.General well being is not even thought of.This is simply a mission and
nothing more.Warped electronics ride the air like bolts of lightening as machine guns are fired off with rapid
destruction.Feedback screams in a last cry as it dies to the sounds of shattered glass and orchestral strings.
Cinematic and glorious.It sounds like an empire rising in a triumphant march to victory.Once the vocals come
in it starts to sound similar to NDE but as dark as MZ.412.NEGRU VODA sounds like a fucking war machine hell
bent on destruction...And this is the last impression left by the album.

BY FAR ONE OF THE BEST COMPILATIONS OF A SOLO DEATH
INDUSTRIAL PROJECT IN EXISTENCE RIGHT NOW.IF YOU DON'T
HAVE THIS YOU ARE MISSING OUT BIG TIME.BEAUTIFUL PRESENTATION
AND EVEN BETTER MUSIC:

10/10
-ABATTOIR-

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