SHE WALKS CROOKED - A PATTERN STARTS TO FORM - CASSETTE - C60
HARSH NOISE WALL/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
COMES IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
ON WHITE CASSETTE WITH SONG TITLES.
INCLUDES A SILK SCREENED PATCH.
"The same wall told twice from different sources.
Inspired by John Fowles' The Collector, Charlotte
Gainsbourg's La Collectionneuse and The Ebony Tower's
HNW output. Professionally duplicated/printed."
SIDE A.) THE DAYS GO, I REMAIN:
The first of the two versions of "A Pattern Starts To Form" opens with
an intro that sounds like indie rock/Italian or French Neo-Disco featuring
female spoken word and a background of haunting choir vocals along with
mid-tempo drumming and soothing, yet melancholic synth work.This is slowly
engulfed by dense waves of pure distortion that crushes and crunches all
beneath it's might.After a while there are no traces of the original piece
left as the quaking sonic onslaught rips it apart and rolls on in a half
hour display of pure Harsh Noise.Dragged down and torn asunder.Like a sea
of negativity sweeping away all that's beautiful and leaving nothing but
a scorched ashen wasteland behind.This is audio nihilism taken to it's
natural conclusion.The bottom of the extreme music underground making
it's triumphant wail in the face of what is considered music or art to
the mainstream masses.Roaring sounds that sound like amplified and sped
up recordings of carrion insects tearing a carcass to bits.Rather than
utilizing a hook or any other traditional trait found in "normal" song
structures...This chooses to be the hook...One that sinks into your flesh
and slowly peels it back for thirty minutes of agony until you become numb
and oblivious.The album title is probably the best description of this genre
in general.As you listen to pure HNW like this, You will start to hear patterns
in the frenzied static.Like secret messages waiting to be deciphered and decoded.
I am sure each individual will hear their own language in the chaos.The voice of
God to some and the scarred throat of Satan to others.Get a copy and see for yourself.
SIDE B.) I COULD NEVER CURE HIM. BECAUSE I AM HIS DISEASE:
Version two discards the samples altogether. This one is much more raw and smothering
in a way. Rough, shredding distortion that rips through the speakers and massacres the
senses.It also feels like there is more "movement" this time around. The interwoven
patterns here make themselves more known and seem to stand out rather than hide within
the fog of sound.Where the other side was more subdued and "blurred" this one is upfront
with a nightmarish clarity...In fact...Had I not been made aware that these tracks are
two versions of the same wall I doubt I'd have ever thought of them as such. Many will
never understand how something like literature or cinema can inspire or even guide a
form of music like HNW but it's the raw emotion and feelings...The struggles and overall
experiences of the characters that fuel the fire.Frustration and failure seems to be the
theme here and it shines through brilliantly.Although this style of music is certainly
not for everybody...It is perfect for others.If you want to lose yourself in a seemingly
endless ocean of sonic experience...Then this may be the album for you.
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