GASP. - SECOND FOUL - CASSETTE
FUCK MOUNTAIN LTD. RELEASE/FMLR-022
HARSH BLACKENED NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL ELECTRONICS
COMES IN A GREEN PLASTIC CASE WITH
FOLD-OUT J-CARD INSERT. ON TRANSPARENT
GREEN CASSETTE WITH PRINTED TEXT.
SIDE A.) DUG IN:
The album opens with “Blown Out”. A disturbing,
off key guitar riff builds. The rattle of percussion
in the distance. The sharpening of knives fades into
the ether. Spectral and dangerous. Static builds and
releases. Chirping and whirring demons appear to steal
your mind. Less distortion is found here. Relying more on
cacophony and dynamics the mix crumbles and rots. The rot
builds. The violence begins. Feedback smashes through the wall.
Coupled with a tribalistic drumming of the darkest jungle depths.
The pitch shifts into what sounds like a power drill of a nightmare
dentist. Teeth break away under the bit. A whine sets in. Eerie and
dissonant. The distortion builds again. The wall is reformed into an
impenetrable fortress of filth. Breaking into a jumble of thuds and
blasts the track closes.
SIDE B.) BLOWN OUT:
Track two, “Dug In”, opens with a blistering wall of distorted noise.
Angels gouging their eyes out while their wings evaporate into dust.
The relentless crush of noise continues to form a dilapidated, squealing
emanation of shrieks. The pitch drops, the crush returns on ly this time
its layered under metallic torture. Smashing, bashing and crashing its
way into your ear drums. It’s unrelenting. Decay into inhuman howling.
A high pitched rips through the mix. Oscillating up and back down. An
endless, nerve shredding death coaster. Its almost voice-like. More
akin to the howling of some desert Djinn awakened after a long slumber.
The wall returns. Pitch shifted and malevolent. Combines with the howling,
screaming wind of electronics one is reminded of the great Pazuzu and his
ominous winds. Finally it relents into a humming, feedback drenched drone.
It’s safe to say you won't be the same after this.