Saturday, May 9, 2015

REVIEW-RAPE-X-FALSE (RE-ISSUE)-CASSETTE

RAPE-X-FALSE (RE-ISSUE)-CASSETTE
URGENT TELEPATHY RECORDINGS/UTR013
POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT.
ON RED CASSETTE WITH TITLES PRINTED IN
BLACK INK.



SIDE A.)
I.) TWAT CANCER / II.) YOU ARE AT RISK / III.) HOME DEPOT /
IV.) GRAND LARCENY / V.) ARSON:

This one is a reissue of an early RAPE-X release."False" is largely
responsible for getting RAPE-X a lot of recognition.From the video
of "Kidnapping" seeing thousands of views on Youtube, to the overall
onslaught of the album itself."False" is a testament to how far a
record in a mostly unknown genre of music can take you.Multiple live
gigs were played after this one and now the world of underground 
electronic music knows the name RAPE-X very well.Side A offers up
four blistering lessons in sonic violence as well as the monolithic
track "Arson" which is quite different from what you'd typically
expect to hear from these guys."Twat Cancer" opens with a bang as
loud, distorted screams and a whirlwind of harsh noise blast in an
all out attack on the listener.It sounds like one pissed off mother
fucker going off as a storm rages."You Are At Risk and "Home Depot"
are fairly similar.Both being full of piss and vinegar..The 
starts off with a spoken passage concerning suburban life and 
it's hardships and then dense currents of noise flood beneath harsh 
rasps.The tracks are fairly minimalistic and tell raunchy tales that 
are darkly comedic...At least to someone like me who's totally fucked 
in the head.Light static and bleeping electronics surge like a river
of filth flowing towards civilization to carry the rage of RAPE-X
into the streets.This is the kind of shit that will terrify your
neighbors or make you're parents feel like failures upon hearing.
This album feels like it demmands to be listened to.The vocals
lash out like fists to the face.Like audio assault and battery.
"Grand Larceny" offers shrill walls of harsh noise that spiral 
in your face and relentless vocals that are spit out like bitter
venom.Midway through everything falls into a pit of dense noise
and disorienting ambiance.Dizzying bass movements pulse in rising
and falling motions as feedback filtered through otherworldly effects
drones on like the music of a distant, alien world.A surreal nightmare
of sound that has an unnatural effect on the state of the listener.Like
when you space out and stare at something terrifying and find that you
can't look away and don't want to.I'm not even sure if this is the same
track after a while or if we've drifted into "Arson" without realizing
it.Everything is a hazy blur of sound like something you'd hear in the
slow and spooky part of a 1970's B horror flick.A seemingly endless
passage through a hall of mirrors where every reflection is a hideous
truth that can't be denied.Disembodied voices haunt the distance but
their messages are unclear.Fevered and anxious noise builds and decays
in a hopeless cycle of misery.This is bleak stuff.Like a slow death via
overdose on hard drugs.It feels like the room is spinning around you and
your equilibrium has left the building.Like I stated above this is not
your usual RAPE-X track at all.

SIDE B.)
VI.) KIDNAPPING / VII.) THE ROUTINE / VIII.) BURNT CHORE /
IX.) LOCKED UP / X.) NOT WRONG / XI.) ALL YOUR SECRETS ARE 
MINE / XII.) STOP PRETENDING YOU'RE CRIPPLED:

Side B takes us back to the blood soaked, brass knuckle style we all
know and love.RAPE-X tends to bring out your inner massochist and makes
you ready for punishment with all the eagerness of an asian slut tied to
the bed-post.Our second round of brutal beatings begins with the abduction
themed audio annihilation of "Kidnapping" This stuff has all the brutallity
of bands like ATRAX MORGUE, TAINT or NICOLE 12 but in a style that belongs
only to RAPE-X.Harsh waves of fading noise rush through the room as angry
rants and demmands are shouted in deadly serious tones of urgency.A short
story that lists off the ransom demands of a man that will go to any length
necessary to get his next fix.RAPE-X provides brutally honest social commentaries
that would give your grandmother a stroke.My favorite lyric in the entire album 
is "Whith nothing to eat but a kick to the face" I thought that was pretty damn
great.Next we are treated to sludgey noise and a spoken narration about a man
stalking a family day in and day out.In your face screams amp up the severity
of the situation.I won't reveal too much as you should check this shit out for
yourself.The next track comes with powerful electronic drones that buzz on synth
saws as sub-bass movements churn like a slow tide.Vocals come as sounds of struggle 
and confusion that fit the music perfectly.This is another one that is quite different
from the usual style of RAPE-X. Much more dark and sinister.A track that creeps and 
crawls.Following this one were met with long, raspy screams that loop over washed
out static and humming machinery.A repetitive piece that comes like the cold sweats
of a panic attack for a brief moment that feels like forever until the short track
"Not Wrong" sends us into a field of live wires and buzzing electricity over noise 
that sounds like flesh being ripped open and pissed off shouts."All Your Secrets Are Mine" 
features robotic voices and violent screams over hazy drifts of noise.Another short one that 
has a Power Violence/Grind-Core aesthetic."Stop Pretending You're Crippled" is another raunchy
number with all the intensity of a white track brawl in the most run down trailer park.Pulsating 
drones and accusations that tell it like it is.No bullshit will be tolerated.Another great lyric 
is recited here."I sprayed her fucking pussy with lemon juice." That shit cracks me up.The fucked 
up shit usually does.High end electronic frequencies hover above true Power Electronics cloaked in 
dozens of effects and filters.An outro piece wraps things up and toe tags this son of a bitch with
ascending synths that reach like the hands of a dying victim towards their killer.Complete with 
screaming feedback and quaking bass.Harsh distorted slabs of noise blast off until everything winds
down to seal the lid on the coffin.A final fuck you from your friends at RAPE-X.

YOU CAN PRETTY MUCH CONSIDER THIS ONE A CLASSIC AT THIS POINT.
A VIOLENT DEMONSTRATION OF PURE POWER AND RABID RAGE:

8/10
-ABATTOIR-

MBDCONTACT160@GMAIL.COM
URGENTTELEPATHYRECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

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