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an out of date computer system.Pulses and puzzle pieces laced in static and feedback.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-

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