Sunday, March 1, 2015

REVIEW-STILLINGS/KERR/KOZLETSKY/NYSTROM/PETRUS-DEATH INSTRUCTIONS-VINYL

STILLINGS/KERR/KOZLETSKY/NYSTROM/PETRUS-DEATH INSTRUCTIONS-VINYL
MALIGNANT RECORDS/TUMORLP81
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/POWER ELECTRONICS/DEATH AMBIENT
COMES IN A RECORD SLEEVE WITH DUST-JACKET AND
LYRIC SHEET.LIMITED TO 250 HAND-NUMBERED COPIES
ON BLACK VINYL.
S.K.K.N.P. CONSISTS OF MEMBERS OF:
STEEL HOOK PROSTHESIS / VERMIIN /
SHOCK FRONTIER / APOCRYPHOS / MEGAPTERA /
NEGRU VODA / MURDEROUS VISION / ETC.



SIDE A.)
I.) SCORCHED SKELETAL REMAINS / II.) TO DESECRATE ANGELIC FLESH /
III.) BEARDSMEN BATHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE SICK:

So the members of S.K.K.N.P. are pretty much all veterans of the Death Industrial,
Power Electronics and Dark Ambient scene...In other words what we have here is a
super group of some of the most respected artists to emerge in the last decade.
Expectations have been quite high for this one and we are glad to say that "The
Beards" as they are affectionately called by some in the scene did not disappoint!
The record lures us in with a loud blast followed by dreary and dreadful ambiance.
Low sub-bass textures and eerie grinding rhythms.Strands of static and a strange
moaning resonance glide as feedback stirs and hangs in the air.It sounds like you
have entered a dark, damp dungeon where untold atrocities have occurred for ages.
Large gusts of wind-like noise come in a tone that sounds like flesh being slowly
stripped from muscle and tissue.Low crunching noise and heavy bass drum thumps guide
you through this haunted soundscape.Hazy electronics blur the senses as down-tuned
Death Industrial rhythms begin to plod towards leering graves.Muffled spoken samples
can be heard beneath the rubble like the ghostly imprints of past tragedies playing
out over and over again.Tribal beats arrive and carry with them distorted, raspy
vocals that sound like whispered croaks soaked in generous amounts of effects.The
vocals are wrapped in various filters and phasers that have a wet and dripping 
quality to them...Like calls from the drooling jaws of some cavernous creature.
Warped, bubbling and frothing electronics are heard hovering around the vocals.
A few last drum measures and we go into "To Desecrate Angelic Flesh." The track
opens with otherworldly and spacey synths that expand into howling drones.Samples
of a woman in a great deal of distress fill the air with tension as the intensity
begins to build.A multitude of layers slowly creep their way into the mix until
they become one intense stream of flowing negativity.It sounds like a river of
wailing souls floating in endless agony through the riverbanks of Hell...Or as
the title implies...The cacophonous cries of countless de-ranked angels in the
throes of damnation.Careful attention was obviously placed on texture and detail
as every selected sound has been crafted to form a cohesive idea.The record is
very vivid and imaginitive.It invokes visions of innumerable ways to suffer.The
next track opens with childish tinker toys and music boxes that are soon swept
away by slow moving rivers of black audio filth.Bells chime gently on low winds
as distant chants begin...Like a ceremony or ritual performed by faceless figures
adept in the blackest of arts.Scurrying insects rush across dead, dry leaves as
despondent synths rise as if summoned by the ongoing chants.The atmosphere is 
like one of deep mourning.Disorienting electronics hang around like the silent
pressure that holds close to ones heart at a funeral of a beloved one.Deep and
inhuman vocals come in twisted blasts like some daemonic force.They have been
pitch-shifted to low growls that resemble a provoked beast rather than any sort
of human rage.They are encased in solid layers of effects and have an unsettling
vibe to them.Winds come like long fingers slowly being dragged across your face
until they are replaced by looped waves of static that repeat until the end of
the track.Halfway through and this record is frighteningly intense.New nightmares
await.

SIDE B.)
IV.) THE EXECUTIONER / V.) DROWNING RITUAL /
VI.) UNTIL THEY HIT THE GROUND / VII.) CONDITIONS FOR SUFFOCATION:

On the B side we start our descent further down the depths with rising
layers of static noise along with what sounds like the repetitive beeping
of some kind of emergency alert system. Obscurred vocals filtered through
light distortion carry us into heavy mid-tempo industrial rhythms like what
you'd expect to hear on a NEGRU VODA track that pound out over sinister synths
and ghostly female operatic vocals. Distorted screams come in hazy washed out
gusts...Like raging winds through a valley stripped bare of any signs of life.
The drums become more intense as industrial grade snares are added to the mix.
Various displays of electronic experimentation can be heard with everything from
uneasy vibes to T.V. quality static.There is a lot going on at once on this one 
yet it never feels too chaotic.It is obvious that the artists are in control as
they direct their fury in the listeners direction.Fragmented feedback and gloomy
synth ambiance can be heard as everything starts to build to a murderous climax.
Fans of the other projects the artists are involved in can easily pick out and
recognize signature sounds.Hearing them all blended as one is almost orgasmic.
There is a strong dream-like, surreal quality to the piece as it reaches it's
end.Disfigured and distorted samples bring the track to a close as the next 
begins to build up immediately.Chilling winds gather as various synth layers
combine and dissipate.Fragile and delicate sounds that swirl around you like
beautiful insects concealing a deadly and venomous sting.More waves arrive and
carry you out to sea as the track takes on isolationist characteristics.Bells
chime as an audio fog rolls in.The track takes you far away into silent black
waters that stretch as far as the eye can see...Perfectly mirroring the immense
sound of the piece. As each layer fades away far past the vanishing point another
comes to replace it in an endless cycle of musical misery.This one feels absolutely
lonely...A truly misanthropic soundscape."Until They Hit The Ground" is somewhat of
a unique song among the rest.It opens with spoken word samples that play out over a
stunning array of electronic sound and beautiful ambiance.Tribal percussion's stomp
out and form a solid foundation for the rest of the track to build off of.Pulsating
strands come like auditory hallucinations as distant war chant's are heard like an
approaching army of native warriors fully prepared to lay their live's down in hand
to hand combat.This fades into electric pulses that resemble machines you'd hear in
a hospital.Mindless drones that pump the life into people who'd be better off dead.
The final track is filled with shambling metallic rhythms and fuzzed-out drones that
are accompanied by the malignant presence of raspy distorted vocals that sound so full
of hatred that you can feel it weighing on your shoulders.Samples can be heard but not
clearly as the rhythms persist under ever changing clouds of static and thick dreary
synths.The percussion's slow down and twist into metallic clanging like broken, rusted
objects being thrashed about by the wind.The last few moments of the song are filled
by beautifully sorrowful synths that end far too quickly.My only complaint with this
record is that I wish they would have expanded on the direction the track was going
in a little more but with time constraints and all that shit sometimes you gotta do
what you gotta do to fit all your ideas on a single record.All in all this one has
pretty much everything a Death Industrial fan could ask for...From cold isolationist
explorations to cavernous realms and dust covered crypts...This record goes into every
area you could ask for when it comes to the genre.

CONSIDERING THE HISTORIES AND BACK CATALOG'S OF THE ARTIST'S INVOLVED IT
WOULD BE TRULY STUNNING IF THIS RECORD WASN'T AS GREAT AS YOU'D EXPECT.
S.K.K.N.P. WENT ONE STEP FURTHER AND DELIVERED THE HANDBOOK FOR HOW DEATH
INDUSTRIAL SHOULD SOUND.DEATH INSTRUKTIONS IS PROBABLY THE MOST FITTING
ALBUM TITLE ANYONE HAS COME UP WITH IN A LONG FUCKING TIME.I DON'T KNOW
WHAT MORE YOU COULD ASK FOR BUT IF YOU FEEL THAT THIS RECORD IS MISSING
SOMETHING AFTER HEARING IT THEN YOUR PROBABLY IN THE WRONG GENRE:

10/10
-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND-HALL OF 1000 DEGREDATIONS/HEIRLOOM-CASSETTE

THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND-HALL OF 1000 DEGREDATIONS/HEIRLOOM-CASSETTE
WORTHLESS RECORDINGS
BLACK NOISE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/POWER ELECTRONICS
COMES IN AN OVERSIZED BLACK SOFT PLASTIC CASE.
FULLY ILLUSTRATED.INCLUDES XEROXED ART ZINE.
ON CLEAR CASSETTE WITH STICKER LABELS.
THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND IS:
JOE TRUCK



SIDE A.)
HALL OF 1000 DEGREDATIONS:

Here THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND offers up two blood soaked
slabs of pitch black ritual noise.This stuff sounds fierce and
deadly.Both tracks clock in at a little under ten minutes and
in less than half an hour...They still manage to invoke uneasy
vibes that linger long after.Feedback rings and resonates calling
us into blackened passages like a seductive finger saying "come
closer, drink deeper" Huge walls of sound are created by swirling
riffs and wailing leads.Distorted raspy screams strike out like
fangs filled with venom injecting every vein with poison and Hell
fire.Sparse percussions are used with perfect timing that hit like
sonic booms creating massive quakes of rattling destruction.The air
is heavy with an atmosphere of filth and the sweet incense of decay.
The melodies played on lead strings are disorienting and sound like
a fevered hallucination while the undercurrent of riffs form a whole
other hazy nightmare themselves.Lo-fi chaos that eventually drops into
a surreal transition filled with whispered vocals that sound like someone
reading invocations from an ancient arcane spellbook.Sub-bass rhythms that
mimick the pained beating of a dying heart are heard along with fuzzy electronic
pulses that seem to vibrate in your mind.Samples are applied featuring spoken
female vocals that sound like a bitter witch spitting curses in a shrill and
passionate tone...A speech on loneliness is recited as distorted booms shatter
your senses and shake your bones.Black ambiance is crafted from bass tones that
form rumbling layers that flow like a slow moving, murky river.Ritual bells ring
in the distance over mid-tempo drum beats and grinding electronics.Moody synths
come like deep chanting voices like a ritual about to begin.Bleak Black Noise
with no silver lining in sight.

SIDE B.)
HEIRLOOM:

A crushing wave of dreadful synths rush in and drone on over distant electronic
fields of energy.Heavy industrial percussion's like the slamming of a tomb push
you further in and shut all light from your eyes.Strange layers that sound like
some song you'd hear played on a carnival ride are present but come disfigured
and backwards...Like a mockery of better times and the innocence you've lost
over years of earthly corruption.Grinding electronics and hazy static fill the
air and hang in thick clouds like dust entering your lungs and then all spirals
downward into minimal movements of cold and inhuman ambiance...Dread lingers in
the atmosphere like a funeral in slow motion until spoken samples are heard.The
voice of a man describes the contents of the diary of a serial killer...This is
soon accompanied by distorted noise that seems harsh and soft all at once and
weird fragile tones...As smooth as glass but able to cut and puncture all the
same.Booming Death Industrial percussion's come in pummeling hits that pound
in the grim facts as the voice continues to narrate murders and malevolence.
Suddenly huge droning riffs, slamming metallic percussion's, harsh distorted
raspy screams and dizzying leads hit you like a sack of knives for a brief
but powerful moment of time.It ends in low static as an interrogation sample 
finishes.I am gonna have to flip the tape.This one calls for repeated listens.

AWESOME BLACKENED NOISE DONE RIGHT.FOR FANS OF: DEATHSTENCH/GNAW THEIR TONGUES/
ADERLATING/TREPANAERINGSRITUALEN/T.O.M.B./UTARM/BLUE SABBATH BLACK CHEER/ETC..

8/10
-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/WEREWOLF JERUSALEM-SPLIT-VINYL

THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/WEREWOLF JERUSALEM-SPLIT-VINYL
HUSK RECORDS/HUSK106
HARSH NOISE/BLACK NOISE/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/HARSH AMBIENT
COMES IN A PLASTIC SLEEVE WITH INSERT.ON PURPLE AND
BLUE MARBLE VINYL WITH STICKERS ON THE RECORD.



SIDE A.) THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND:

I.) ALONE IN THE ORCHARD OF SOULS:

Low winds sweep through and rustle leaves below your feet.
Everything is empty and bone cold like a midnight walk through
a cemetery in the dead of winter.Unseen things rustle around you
like rodents searching crypts for meat to gnaw from skeletal frames.
Spoken word samples come and bring with them layers of cold and sinister
ambiance played on cinematic synths and wailing guitars that moan like 
forsaken spirits damned to hover over their accursed graves every night.
The spoken word passages sound like an ancient witch rambling about things
learned from ages of existing in such a crooked, wretched state.The rats
return more determined than ever as sounds similar to vermin scratching
their way through skulls is heard.Various female voices are carried on
the winds from the distance as inhuman things howl and ghostly songs are
sung in operatic voices.The winds begin to rush more violently and within
them you can hear a cacophony of desperate moans and cries like those of
countless souls damned to an eternity of woe and misery.It very much feels
like you are "Alone in the Orchard of Souls." After a while you can hear
the sounds of foaming tides clashing against jagged rocks in rhythmic waves.
Moans turn to wails and wails turn to agony as the level of suffering is 
increased.If you listen closely you can almost make out the taunting laughter
of daemons as they revel in delight and torturous glee.Ritual bells ring like
a signal that a horned and shadowy master approaches and the suffering increases
more and more.Creatures beyond human comprehension can be heard making every manner
of inhuman call and cry.This literally sounds like lo-fi recordings taken from the
underworld.The tides begin to crash more violently as well like the rot infested
waters of the river styx becoming so full of the dead that they swell and cascade
over their dams and borders.THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND dwell more in the realms
of "eerie" and "creepy" than harsh this time around but it sounds just as dark and
evil as ever if not more so.The voices of the dead and damned begin to echo as if 
they were bouncing off the cavernous walls of the lower pits of Hell in an eternal
mantra of horrid anguish that mocks any angelic choirs that may be.Suddenly we slip
into a passage of rumbling electronic pulses that twist into harsh scraping noise
and then come back again.This repeats for a while growing more dense and muffled
every time.A cold ambiance can be heard far off on the horizon but remains lost
in the storming sea of suffering around you.After some time we go into another
movement...A short passage of dark ambiance that hums and resonates over quiet
and obscurred spoken samples...It seems we have survived to make it to the B
side...But "further killings" await.

SIDE B.) WEREWOLF JERUSALEM:

II.) FURTHER SUSPECTS IN RAIL KILLINGS:

With WEREWOLF JERUSALEM we go on a similar yet very different journey.
The similarities add a great sense of flow to the record while the differences
keep it from becoming a stale or boring experience.Low roaring tides roll in and
break upon the shore in a haze of rushing white static.Rhythms appear and vanish.
It is hard to say if the patterns you hear were intentional or just the effect of
the human mind trying to form order out of a quiet collective of chaos.Overall this
has a tranquil and relaxing effect on the listener.Like a situation where the danger 
is far enough to create interest without posing any real threat.Hissing currents of
foaming fury rise along with obscured strands of feedback as the ocean of sound takes
on a more mechanical form...Like massive and powerful water currents created by some
machine with immense turbines.There is a weird quality to the peice...Although it is 
Harsh Noise it sounds "soft." Distortion and strength is present but everything is
mixed down so that it comes across more like an ambient peice.Almost like one of those
"white noise" machines that some people use to help them fall asleep at night.Suddenly
an unexpected burst of dense, distorted noise breaks through the speakers like a sonic
boom bursting the sound barrier.Rumbling, fuzzed-out low end noise that cracks and pops
like the fourth of July.It sounds like an army of contact mikes scrapping away at every
rough surface within reach...Or possibly like the sound high gusts of wind make when they
are recorded on a tiny microphone that can't handle the power of the storm.This soon turns
into rushing winds of low static similar in quality to the ocean-like waves from the first
movement of the track.It's like standing on a high cliff and hearing surging whirlpools 
spinning far below you...The echo of the sound reaching just high enough to be audible.
This persists for quite some time creating various patterns and rhythms within the many
textures of sound and once again the track becomes soothing.It lulls you into a relaxed
state for a while until the tides begin to rise and become more feirce.Scrapping noise
joins the mix like metal slowly grinding upon metal...Creating a natural feedback that
resonates in the air.It's still not that loud but the sound is furious regardless...At
the same time this isn't exactly the softest track either at this point.The cacophany
of sound is similar to that of a busy train station...The blurry haze of commotion where
the sea of sound is created by a billion busy people as the trains arrive and depart in
their not so subtle manner.The track ends with the sounds last described once they slowly
fade into silence.A very interesting listening experience for sure.

BOTH BANDS HERE OFFER INTERESTING AND LENGTHY TRACKS.FROM DARKER
SHADES TO PALE MEDITATIONS...CHANCES ARE THERE IS SOMETHING YOU'LL
ENJOY HERE:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/RXAXPXE-SPLIT-7 INCH

THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/RXAXPXE-SPLIT-7 INCH
HATE MAIL RECORDS/HM007
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/BLACK NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A FULLY ILLUSTRATED SLEEVE WITH DUST
JACKET. ON BLUE AND PURPLE MARBLE VINYL.



SIDE A.) THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND:

I.) ON THE RELIC:

This record kicks your ass pretty much right from the start.
THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND opens up with a short moment of
corroded sub-bass and then hits you in the teeth with pulsating
electronics that grind your skull into dust...Pounding deep percussions
and Death Industrial atmospheres and Horror Ambiance.Walls of static and
distortion rush out violently as wailing guitar leads scream and howl.A
chorus of human suffering soon follows and it's like Hell on earth.Warped
electronic frequencies come like rusted gears and cranks grinding together
over and over.Washed out, Lo-fi strands of static strike out like harsh
white lightening over and over again.This is grade A Blackened Noise along
the lines of DEATHSTENCH, T.O.M.B., DEMONOLOGISTS, Etc...Pitch black and
utterly relentless waves of sonic terror.The type of stuff that could strip
the paint from your walls and the sanity from your mind.Towards the end we
go into a more sinister and quiet segment of bleak ambiance and orchestral
passages that spiral downward like fallen angels headed towards the lightless
pits of the netherworld.Like a small dose of eternal punishment.This goes a few
steps further than ritual ambient into the realms of blackened soundscapes.
Pure unfiltered negativity laced in the very essence of whatever substances
nightmares are made of.Powerful stuff to say the least.

SIDE B.) RXAXPXE:

II.) HIS RETURN:

On the flip side, RXAXPXE offer up their own brand of Blackedned Power
Electronics.Dark and heavy shit along the lines of TREPANERINGSRITUALEN
and such.Like noise made by someone into raw 90's Black Metal and with
the same relentless attitude just carried over to another genre of harsh
and aggressive music.This one starts off with a bang! No intro's and no
bullshit.Harsh blasts of corroded noise over pounding metallic drum patterns.
Decayed rhythms repeat on as muffled vocals can be heard barely above a whisper.
After a few moments we shift into heavy industrial drumming and droning feedback.
Raspy blackened screams rise over walls of static and deep currents of sub-bass.
The feedback continues to rise as the vocals turn into deep chants similar to
something you'd hear on an early DARKTHRONE or IMMORTAL intro...What sounds like
a frenzy of voices is heard like a roaring crowd filling the seats of a colliseum
and demanding blood.Thick electronic pulses take the reigns and moan on over deep
and distant drum rhythms that plod on like a mechanical monstrocity shambling mindlessly
without reason.Spoken vocals laced in generous amounts of distortion recite incantations
of death until the last few drum measures and electric waves finish it all off.

FROM PITCH BLACK SOUNDSCAPES TO COLD INHUMAN HARSH INDUSTRIAL.
A DOUBLE DOSE OF OF BLACKENED ELECTRONICS TO CHANNEL DEATH AND
DEMISE:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

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REVIEW-THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/THE VOMIT ARSONIST-SPLIT-7 INCH

THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND/THE VOMIT ARSONIST-SPLIT-7 INCH
HATE MAIL RECORDS/HM008
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/BLACK NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A FULLY ILLUSTRATED SLEEVE WITH DUST
JACKET. ON BLUE AND PURPLE MARBLE VINYL.



SIDE A.) THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND:

I.) RAGE TRAITOR:

Side one starts us out with a small slab of audio terror via 
THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND.Prolific lo-fi Blackened Electronics
to keep you up at night.THE BLACK SCORPIO underground sounds like
the thing you imagined was lurking underneath your bed as a child.
Uneasy atmospheres slide in from the shadows accompanied by the
sounds of something shifting in the distance.Sub-bass passages
roll in like brooding gusts of wind along with a fine mist of
static that sounds like the illusion of a faint locust's call.
The voices of daemonic beings can be heard grunting and bickering
in the distance like inhuman creatures fighting over the last few
remaining bits of meat on human bone.This sounds like a pestilence
blowing in on black winds.Hopeless ritual ambiance with disembodied
chants and dislocated strings played by an unseen gathering of spirits.
Sudden blasts of Harsh Noise and heavily distorted static come along
with pummeling drums and the sounds of a thousand suffering souls.To
sum it up...It sounds like five minutes spent in one of the further
rings of Hell.The track ends like this but with the addition of static
that comes like a lashing whip in skin stripping rhythms.Now we flip
the record and move on to "All is Lost."

SIDE B.) THE VOMIT ARSONIST:

II.) ALL IS LOST:

The B side offers up a cold and hopeless track by THE VOMIT ARSONIST
that brings us into the gloom with rumbling tones that case a shadow
like the fall of dusk along with distant mechanical whines and wirs.
Scraping noises come like someone sharpening long rusted and dull blades
against a grinding stone.Chains rattle and objects are fumbled with.Low
voices echo and whisper.The overall mood is dark and sinister.Rising layers
of dense static come with buzzsaw drones and then the vocals hit...Phasers
are applied to raspy and distorted screams giving them a harsh "wet" sound.
Like hate filled shouts from jowls dripping with saliva.Heavy doses of rage
painted across a canvas of near stillness and distant rustling.Although this
track is a different animal from THE BLACK SCORPIO UNDERGROUND track on the
B side, they both compliment each other.All winds down into resonating wails
of far away feedback and a few last bouts of rabid aggression until the track
eventually ends with more sounds of random objects and what appears to be a
pick slid across the thick strings of a guitar.

LIKE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME BLOODSTAINED COIN.TWO BANDS.TWO TRACKS.
TWO FACES OF DEATH.

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

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