BOTCHED FACELIFT/MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION - SPLIT - CASSETTE
THE PET GOAT RECORDS/TPG#95
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH AMBIENT
PRO-CASSETTE IN A PLASTIC CASE WITH J-CARD INSERT.
CLEAR CASSETTE WITH LOGOS PRINTED IN BLACK.
BOTCHED FACELIFT IS:
MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION IS:
SIDE A: BOTCHED FACELIFT:
I.) PURITY IN FILTH / II.) THE LORDS OF DEATH AND LIGHT /
Occcult/Horror themed Harsh Noise madness from BOTCHED FACELIFT
opens this monstrocity transfered to tape. Basically this sounds
the way the album art (Which is stellar) looks. Charred soundscapes
of blood, Ash, Filth, Death and violence. "Purity In Filth" demonstrates
the joys of reveling in such a state of toxic disaster by spewing fourth
and subjecting the listener to moaning electronic droans that sound like
suffering machines followed by harsh static slabs that sweep in and slaughter
all sanity. Deranged distorted vocals come as black clouds of rabid madness.
Crazed and blood drunk. High end feedback and squealing signals reach for
the throat and shove you face first into rivers of gore. In other words,
The flood of chaos that comes when you hit play will utterly drown you
in filth or leave you kneck deep and gasping. Wet electronics bubble and
froth like rabid jowls hungrily awaiting to chew you to bits and regurgitate
what undesired bits are left into an already Bio-hazzard grade atmosphere.
Utterly furious on a level I haven't experienced in a while. At times it
sounds like a lunatic with a chainsaw reving up and laying into any twitching
meat in sight. I have no clue what's being said but I'm pretty sure it's hostile
to say the least. Spoken samples discuss bloodletting and drinking. "The Lords
Of Death And Light" Wastes no time and immediately thrusts in hardly leaving any
room to breath...Not that you'll be breathing for long as this is absolutely murderous.
Heavy electronic synth drones inject all kinds of doom and despair as gasping distorted
rasps reveal how dire and desperate the situation truly is. Frenzied live wire electronic
textures fill the air with a buzzing angry energy. The track conveys a sense of frustration
and shambling through misery that is hard to put to music regardless of genre. The vocals
seem to be a little more upfront in the mix here and at time come as severly filtered bursts.
Additional layers are piled on that come as cyclic rhythms. Laser cannon plasma sci-fi aggression
is heard in the near distance. Glitched vocal treatments are applied as screaming high pitched
death swoops in to carry you to hellish shores. Think of a more lo-fi and much more pissed off/
In your face REGOSPHERE. "Tarasmashana" builds on glitchy/fragmented/broken electronics that
bring to mind COIL when they were experimenting in this field. Rising feedback that sounds
like a rusty swing set in a haunted playground follows and forms a nauseating rhythm. 1000
sharp, Serated and jagged things seem to be shifting and crashing in the background. Screams
of panic in a terrified crowd are sampled to amplify the horrific onslaught. Things wind down
into sea-sick waves of disorienting weirdness, Daemonic growls too deep to originate from
human throats, Shrieking females, Plague winds, And unspeakable carnage. This agonizing
grim death has been brought to you by BOTCHED FACELIFT and The Pet Goat Records.
SIDE B: MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION:
IV.) MARCH TO GRAVESIDE / V.) BLOOD SEDUCTION RITUAL /
VI.) ASHES OF THE DEAD:
If the A side was terrible agony, Slow suffering hopelessness, And finally despondent
death and demise...The MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION side can possibly represent your desent
into the afterlife...Not the pearly gates, Harps, Wings and halo's option of post-deceased
existence, But more along the lines of the famed underworld as seen in Greek mythology. An
endless river of tormented souls eternally crying in woe, Sulfur, Brimstone, Fire, Little
winged things poking your ripe ass with red hot pitchforks, Etc. Also presented in three
seperate chapters to keep things flowing in an orderly fashion. "March To Graveside" opens
this Cerebus trilogy of dark damnation as a river of sludge. Booming, Cavernous crashes
break in and slam the gates behind them. A flood of powerful synth drones comes surging
with unnatural energy. The synth tones employed here remind me heavily of TERROR APART
which is definitely meant to be a compliment. There are enough differences here that this
in no way sounds like a rip-off of anybody. Wet electronics begin to build and sort of
fester with slight movements like a small tide grasping at the shore and dragging bits
and chunks into the abyssal depths with it. In other words, It truly sounds like the
push and pull of Plutonian shores. "Blood Seduction Ritual" is a starker, Calmer and
more meditated attack. Psychological and spiritual rather than through violent force.
At least at first. Harsh noise avalanches shift and slide. Thick/deep pedal noise with
a lot of sub-bass resonating from somewhere deep within. Static atmospheres and grinding
ferocity is heard along with down-tuned/pitch shifted growls. Bestial and remorseless.
Other strange and inhuman vocalizations come through like incantations through the veil
between worlds. Menacing and brooding stuff. Supreme electronic witchcraft aimed at anti-
cosmic destruction and leaving necrotic wastelands in it's wake. Erroding mountains crumble
as emergency sirens broadcast their final warning until all is synth dread til silence.
"Ashes Of The Dead" Kills us off and buries us in a grave of swarming degradation.
Oscillating high end frequencies usher in the arrival of countless brittle wings that
come in swooping tides. Buzzing energy hits like radioactive fallout slowly falling from
the diseased heavens above. Sickness invoked through minimal soundscapes. A stampede of
strange distorted noise come like thundering hooves of apocalyptic horsemen and vanishes
as a spectral imagining. The overall feeling created here is very uneasy and restless.
Stampedes repeat and cease, Lasting longer and sounding more frustrated the second time
around. White hot geysers erupt in the distance as the ground beneath begins to crack and
fall in on itself. It sounds like an end in rubble, Debris, And devourement by the very
habitat you once called home.
FROM FURIOUS TO FOREBODING. EXCELLENT SPLIT RELEASE: