ARMOR BREACH - MOLT OF THE SCOLOPENDRA - CASSETTE
EXPERIMENTAL NOISE/HARSH SOUNDSCAPES
GREY MARBLE CASSETTE WITH YELLOW AND RED SPLATTER
STICKERS FILLED WITH GLITTER IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH
So this is the debut release from ARMOR BREACH which
is the newest endeavour of Austin Visser previously known
from his works with CURSES and PROGENITOR as well as co-founder
and administrator of THE INSECT WORSHIP COLLECTIVE which is a
massive collaborative effort between numerous projects in the
underground noise and electronics scene. Here he offers up two
solid slabs of hellish aural nightmare. I am assuming the tracks
are untitled as there are literally no liner notes and no information
given in the albums J-card. Or perhaps we can look at this as "Molt Of
The Scolopendra parts I and II. A scolopendra by the way is a genus of
centipedes of the family Scolopendridae. That being said I have absolutely
no explanation for the bizarre album art chosen for this release but I'll
just attribute it to the surreal and unsettling nature of the music itself.
So let's dive into the sonic details of this beast. Track one slowly crawls
out of the mirror as a bleeding feedback that uncoils and unfurls into a
yawning/thundering drone that fades into echos and repeats the cycle.
Cinematic ambiance lingers on the fringes building suspense and tension
as moaning, unearthly drones threaten to conquer all that dwells above.
Shifting atmospheres and bubbling wet noise pulses are heard as caustic
scratching harsh tones tear at our comfort in loud and overblown strikes.
Staggering movements are present and seem to struggle their way through
the speakers until they collapse into the room. The overall vibe is unsafe,
Hostile and really fucking dreary. Moody soundscapes that force an overwhelming
air of misery upon you. Everything here sounds bleak, Stagnant, Suffocating and
alltogether unhealthy. The musical equivalent of living out your last wretched
days of existence in a dilapidated asylum filled with insects, Decay and dirty
water. To call this oppressive music would be an understatement. It's attack is
subtle and relentless like a malevolent disease slowly eating away at the inside.
Not enough to quickly kill, But enough to make you wish you were dead. Eerie moans
and whispered rasps make our stay in this hellhole all the more unpleasent. Drones
of discomfort to accompany long nights of woe. This is the sound of festering
negativity slowly making its way to the surface. It operates in strict duality
relying on dense humming low ends and scraping, Abrasive harsh noise textures.
Sampled voices repeat a mantra of "Today I will not kill myself." The intensity
of this insanity only grows as the piece persists. Oscilating synths reach for
help...All in vain. A demonstration in futillity and utter hopelessness. We've
entered a light-less tunnel with no relief in sight.
They say: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"...Yeah well, They're full
of fucking shit...So let that sink in...Ready? Too bad. Now it's time to sink
further down and deeper in. Keeping with the rather unnerving and unsettling
atmosphere we've just endured, ARMOR BREACH takes us into another chamber of
personal torment and inner turmoil. That whole bit about the centipede was
either an absolutely pre-meditated attempt to mislead us or some bullshit
metaphor concerning rebirth/enlightenment/life cycles/metamorphosis/etc.
Yeah we've morphed alright, From one horrendouns plague caliber death into
another. (Special thanks to Austin Visser for making something that actually
got my anxiety/panic disorder to act up...You mother fucker.) I guess that is
a plus though. Reviewers often bitch about wanting music that moves them or
causes them to feel something...Well buy a copy of this and you'll feel like
peeling your own fucking skin off. Ah!!! There's the centipedes!!! Crawling
in my own fucking body!!! Anyways...On to what caused this issue in the first
place...Rattling chains and daemonic growls begin as something slithers into
the room. Brooding heavy ambience churns as what sounds like an old Speak N Spell
toy being molested and mutillated is heard. It's robotic voice in fragments and
glitching to death. This is a horror show folks. Hope you're not squeamish. The
resonance generated here is so intense that it becomes smothering at times. Shards
of jagged static rip through and stab at the listener in a sudden ambush. Sub-Orchestral
(Dis)Harmonic tones rattle and quake beneath. Blackened rasps spew fourth like the
ashen haze of an active volcano. Once again we're in hostile territory boys and
girls. Scratching sounds and wet pulses are carried over from the previous piece.
Continuallity. Consider this a second death. Low hums linger like whispered promises
of demise closing in as experimental elements take the lead. Feedback rises bringing
with it a strange hint of melody...Almost as if mocking conventional or "safe" genres
of music. The aforementioned resonance has a feeling similar to many SUNN (O)))
recordings which is cool to hear in a noise release. Grim is a good one word summary
to throw over this track. Squealing noise comes through sounding similar to
(or possibly is) guitar feedback, Which only adds emphasis to the SUNN (O)))
comparrison. Warped signals wearily enter the frame only to be disentegrated into
something else equally mutilated. At last looped distorted rhythms roll in and
carry us off as if we're being dragged to a burial at sea. No more will to survive,
Only wishing for an end to this state of constant misery. A few solemn whispers are
offered like inverted prayers to damn our wretched wastes to Hell. These soon become
horrid blackened screams anyways and persist much longer than you'd initially think
they would. No end in sight. Just a barren wasteland populated by manifestations of
pure madness. Transmissions from an unknown void animate the air and all fades into
wavering drones til nihil. As a whole...This is a black hole. Jump in and die.
AN EXCELLENT DEBUT RELEASE. VERY EXCITED (AND A LITTLE NERVOUS) TO HEAR MORE
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