Wednesday, January 20, 2016

REVIEW - BLACK LEATHER JESUS+SMELL AND QUIM - MY DARLING, FOREVER DRESSED FOR SEX - COLLABORATION - CD

BLACK LEATHER JESUS+SMELL AND QUIM - MY DARLING, FOREVER DRESSED FOR SEX - COLLABORATION - CD
PETITE SOLES/PS80
HARSH NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE WALL/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
COMES IN A FOUR PANEL DIGI-PACK
FOR THIS RELEASE:
BLACK LEATHER JESUS IS:
SEAN E. MATZUS/CAROL SNDIN COOLEY/KEVIN NOVAK/
TANNER GARZA/THOMAS MORTIGAN/AUSTIN CAUSTIC/
ZACH GUTTOWSKY/RANDA GOLUB/DOMOKOS BENCZEDI/
NATHAN GOLUB/RICHARD RAMIREZ
SMELL AND QUIM IS:
MILOVAN SRDENOVIC/SIMON "MORRIS"/
STEWART KEITH/KATE FEAR/MICHAEL GILLHAM/
ON THIS OCCASION JOINED BY MARK WHARTON
THIS RELEASE IS DEDICATED TO THE LATE
CALUM TERRAS


So as you can obviously tell from the above, this is a MASSIVE collaborative
effort. Some of the artists involved I am familiar with like Thomas Mortigan
(RU-486), Tanner Garza, Richard Ramirez and of course SMELL AND QUIM but
there are a few names I do not recognize...So I am not sure if all of these
people have other projects or this is their main focus. Either way this is
one Hell of an album as you will soon read for yourself...But don't stop 
there...Head over to the Petite Soles web-store and score a copy for
yourself!!!

I.) BIG COCKS FLOBBING GRISTLE:
We have a lot of raunchy/controversial artist's here making some filthy
messes of sound starting with the appropriately titled "Big Cocks Flobbing
Gristle." The name says it all so I hope you're ready...You're about to 
be fucked. Be thankful these people ease it in...White static builds in
a windswept rush and tosses your ass into clanging mid-tempo scrap metal
percussion's. Warped undercurrents of dense sub-bass bubble and froth like
a cauldron of semen overflowing and crawling all over your exposed naked 
flesh. Harsh feedback and howling textures are heard like a frenzied orgy
a few rooms over...Wailing and echoing down the halls. Clatter and chaos
are on full display. Noise flows like white hot molten lava spewing from 
a phallic mountain to consume all in it's path. Scream-like sounds are
forced through clenched teeth and gargling throats. The mechanical rhythm
comes in the steady pace of a slow, but powerful muscle pumping itself into
you over and over again. These artists have come ready to go, No fluffer
needed. Breaks in tones give way to asphyxiated displays of noise that
sound like an unwanted gang bang in progress. Feedback rises to the point
of climax and whistles like an independence day fountain setting off with
orgasmic streams of dizzying color. After this drawn out, traumatic ordeal
we experience a brief closing movement filled with samples of moans and 
groans taken straight from the sleaziest porn you can imagine. Utterly 
cacophonous and relentless stuff.

II.) NOW IF YOU'RE INTO ANAL...:
Track two is much more "quiet" in comparison to the previous. Here we have
an ultra dense soundscape consisting of murky sub-bass sludge and multiple
downtuned moans of pleasure layered on top of each other like a pile of warm
bodies. Minimal rhythms are formed out of shifting and rustling sounds that
could be the restless chains of a wanting sex slave. Pitch shifted voices
mutter unknown obscenities and perversions like it's the days of Sodom being
re-played over and over again in agonizing slow motion. An eternity of lust
and debauchery for your ears to take in. Low end tones and textures sound like
they could have been taken from a contact mic shoved deep into moist anal 
cavities and other soaking orifices. A grim and serious voice repeats a mantra
of "Fuck You" over the looped sounds of heavy breathing and panting. The sound
of wind is heard licking the curtains as well as naked skin as strange industrial
percussive elements appear and vanish. After a relatively long calm we are stricken
by louder and harsher versions of what we heard before bursting out with a fevered
passion until once again things quiet down as wits are recollected and we catch
our breath. A harsh gust stabs through an open window until it warps and twists
into corroded harsh noise filled with bass that's caked on thick. Harsh Noise
Wall style intensity that lasts until it's finally fulfilled and pulls out for
a short outro.

III.) HEAVY SPUNKERS:
Welcome to the last session in this trinity of fuck. "Heavy Spunkers" builds
on harsh and corrosive strands of overlapping noise similar to the first track.
Cyclic, mechanical rhythms toss us around like a vinyl clothed plaything as everything
combines and weaves together into a massive assault of sound. Distorted/warped voices
exhale and speak of unknown deviancy...Once again sounding like intimate gasps and cries
downtuned and molested. Familiar tones and patterns make this one feel like a combination
or re-work of both previous tracks at once. Squeaking and screeching noise fills the empty
spaces between soft flesh and hard organs as endless harsh noise pours like sweat from every
pore. Again we have powerful gusts of wind that wrap around the piece like hungry hands. You
will either be highly aroused or terrified by this point depending on your taste in music.
Totally blown out and immense stuff that enters the ear canals without consent or concern 
for consequence. Hope you brought lube...These guys are going in rough. Somehow this gets
even harsher and more frantic to the point that it sounds like everything around you is
collapsing in on itself while the ritualistic sexual procession continues as if oblivious
to the chaos closing in around them. It literally sounds like the world around you is 
being fucked to death until everything becomes a tangled mass of static and nothing
more.

I'M GONNA NEED A CIGARETTE AND A FUCKING SHOWER AFTER THIS ONE.
INTENSE TO SAY THE LEAST. BUY IT. EXPERIENCE IT...AND POSSIBLY
REGRET IT. BUT DON'T SAY THEY RAPED YOU...YOU ASKED FOR IT:

7.5/10
-ABATTOIR-

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www.petitesoles@hushmail.com


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