Monday, June 29, 2015

REVIEW-GNAWED/SWOLLEN ORGANS-SPLIT-CASSETTE

GNAWED/SWOLLEN ORGANS-SPLIT-CASSETTE
DANVERS STATE RECORDS/DSR60
POWER ELECTRONICS/DEATH INDUSTRIAL/HARSH NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH INSERT.
ON BLACK CASSETTE WITH BAND LOGO STICKERS.
GNAWED IS:
GRANT RICHARDSON
SWOLLEN ORGANS IS:
JIMMY ALLY
COVER ART BY:
NORA EGLOFF (SPITEFUL WOMB)



SIDE A.) GNAWED:
I.) LEFT HAND / II.) SHINE:
Two well established forces in the scene team up to bring us one hell of
a listen.First off is the furious power house known as GNAWED with two
slabs of murky aggression.Listening to this is like being forced under
water and strangled until everything goes as black as the heart of your
attacker."Left Hand" kicks it off with a slow build up of dense droning
and icy ambiance.Powerful drones rise and fall as metallic scraping and
squealing begins to climb out of the brooding ambiance.Harsh vocals lash
out like clawed hands tearing at anything they can in a blind rage.Slight
touches of feedback is heard hovering in patters like the flight of moths.
Sub-bass churning and synths like trumpets of war blend in a deadly waltz
as bitter versus are spit in your direction.A haunting resonance like a
spectral choir is heard drifting through the piece as unknown objects clang,
grind and drag upon a floor that is probably caked with dried blood.The whole
track seems to hang in the air like a rotten smell until it finally dissolves.
"Shine" soon takes it's place and prooves that what came before was just a
taste of horrors to come.Immense industrial percussions and careless rhythms
are formed from what sounds like someone thrashing around a room filled with
all kinds of junk and garbage.Humming synths drone as others sweep through
and sound like hornets in a slow ascent to a buzzing hive.Heavy bass tones
pool underneath and begin to move in a pattern similar to man made waves in
a water tank.The vocals are heavily filtered and come in phased out sentences
soaked in wet effects.Like bile bubbling in a corroded drain.The atmosphere
of the A side is uncomfortable all the way through.Pulsing drones are ran
through ENV filters or something similar and run on as the percussive elements
grow in volume and intensity.We end with slamming metallics and a sinking feeling
in our guts.

SIDE B.) SWOLLEN ORGANS:
III.) TEARS AND SPERM / IV.) THINNER:
Next SWOLLEN ORGANS proves once again to be a force to be reckoned with.I swear,
everytime I hear a new release from this guy it's even better than the one before
it, and after the last few I've had the privillage of reviewing...That's saying
something."Tears And Sperm" from the title alone shows us that Jimmy Alley has
thrown all subtlety out the fucking window and isn't about to sugarcoat shit so
you can only imagine how it's going to sound...Or I could tell you...A fog bank
of heavy ambiance floods the room accompanied by high frequency pulses and cranking
noise under the heavy use of wet effects.Samples are employed and depict a woman crying
in total agony.Scrap metal percussions and unnatural heart beats join in and add to her
suffering.Warped signals play underneath as everything becomes more and more frantic.
Shovels dig fresh graves as the lies bound and forced to watch.Her panicked screams
only confirming her fate.At this point it sounds like someone has tossed the bitch in
an industrial sized trash compactor and flipped the switch.Crunching, scraping, harsh
madness...Then only her tears and gasping remain.Looks like she survived...For now.
"Thinner" hits hard with heavy drones that put the power into electronics.Shrill
frequencies screach as raspy vocals through reverb come in echoing threats and
condemnations.I can truly say that this is brutal stuff.Music that chooses to
punish rather than entertain.About midway everything cuts out and a lone verse
is screamed in a spiteful rage which leads us to a burning field of glitching
drones and heavy synth saws.High frequency destruction reigns overhead and
sounds off like a mind numbing beacon of annihilation.Sharp sounds cut the
air and slice at the ears and a chemical cloud of white noise comes like a
fine mist of pesticide over the soundscapes below.Washed out waves of static
pummel the shores below as vocals rise like an ascent up a jagged cliff.This
time they are much more processed and take on a sort of robotic, cyborg kind
of quality.They increase in volume until the last line and all falls silent.

BOTH ARTISTS DELIVER HERE.DEFINATELY GET A COPY OF THIS ONE.
THESE ARE LIMITED SO AQUIRE OR LIVE IN REGRET:

7/10
-ABATTOIR-

GNAWED.BLOGSPOT.COM
SWOLLENORGANS@HOTMAIL.COM
SWOLLENORGANS.BANDCAMP.COM
DANVERSSTATERECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

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