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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