Wednesday, December 14, 2016

REVIEW - FECAL VOMIT - 434343 -CASSETTE

FECAL VOMIT - 434343 -CASSETTE
NOISE CO. 213
HARSH NOISE/EXPERIMENTAL ELECTRONICS
RED CASSETTE MARKED A & B PACKAGED IN
A RESEALABLE PLASTIC BAG WITH PAPER
INSERT.


NEITHER SIDE IS TITLED AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.

Let's begin:
This recent release from the strange and repulsive but compellingly
titled FECAL VOMIT is quite mysterious at first glance. From the
album artwork on the insert depicting what appears to be a single
monk floating in some kind of enlightened meditative state while
other disciples sit in circles below, To what is possibly a vague 
reference to magick systems utilizing numerology with the album's 
title, And the unknowable secrets contained within the untitled 
compositions, I'd say it's safe to say this will be a strange
esoteric ride through sonic realms of higher consciousness.

SIDE A.)
Side A begins with whipping voice samples, Buzzing drones and
bubbling electronics. This is already some LSD trip, High level
psychedelic shit. Booming vibrations create landslide rhythms as
wet electric bubbles slip and pop all around you. Synth drones 
are grinded into shredded versions of themselves until a wall
of smothering feedback asphyxiates and suffocates. When this
lets up all manner of strange and twinkly creature is heard
making many peculiar sounds in their particular tongues. It
sounds like we are being swarmed by some squishy, Jelly-fish
like alien species. Fragmented radio transmissions come in
choppy waves that mock any real attempt at communication.
Frantic static screams and screeches mirror the horror of
panicked voices as we are helplessly assaulted by the alien 
force. Whatever revelation we are in for. It sounds as grotesque
as the name FECAL VOMIT would suggest. It's like a nightmare
consisting of only the noise elements of Porno-Grind, Only
backed with an Experimental/Industrial pulse. Strange sounds
from dimensions and planes of existence far beyond what we
know as the norm. Sounds like those of dripping Lovecraftian
deep-space madness as it erects into form and devours you.
There are slower, More still moments where we hear machine
-like hums along with ripping, Tearing, Flesh stripping 
distorted sounds. Junk is fumbled until it takes a percussive
form and all blends into a mind numbing blur of samples, Feedback,
Distortion, Noise experimentation in mid-high range tones, And later
what sounds like the agonized cries of a dying wild cat of some sort.
Space Panther!!! Hell if I know what to call it. It's weird and it's
fucking brilliant. All the staples of an interesting Harsh/Experimental 
Noise track are present and the weird human grunts at the end build a 
cool tension to close the side with. The perfect tape for high times 
and late night obliteration.

SIDE B.)
If you're still able after the previous aural mind-fuck, You'll find
an equally interesting soundscape to become lost in on the B end of
the bizarre galactic world that is this FECAL VOMIT tape. (Side Note: 
I wonder what his friends and family think about his moniker, Or if
they know about it...I'd also be interested in knowing how they 
reacted when first hearing it if they we're introduced to it.[Both
the name and content.]) Anyways, Here we find minimal and monotonous
electronic buzzing that is quickly lacerated by a high velocity, Over-
blown Harsh Noise strike. Muffled samples are buried behind booming
and billowing clouds of static dust. This sounds like an entire planet
being wiped out followed by the surrounding star systems and onward.
High esoteric sonic sorcery to lay waste to all in creation. Vacuous
and ever expanding. Drones that gnaw and devour carry swarming rushes
of drill-like mechanical vibration. Small quakes to swallow quasars
along with all and any other matter. FECAL VOMIT cranks everything
to ten...Allows you to recover briefly and then hits again at full
force and then some. Noise Co. 2-13 have always impressed us with
their output over here, But few releases from any level shatter so
many brain cells and decibels. Horrific screams of terror, Matching
feedback, A fight or flight blur of obscured voices, Rumbling motors
and warmly purring machines all follow. It's a quieter movement, But
one that stirs both a strange comfort and a disturbing unease. It
feels like we've discovered a hidden secret recording or transmission
of the last moments of, Or possibly moments before a disastrous event.
Tremolo waves of static come at ever changing velocities, Vacuous lungs
heave dust into empty corners and windswept reaches. Strange music that
strange individuals like myself can really get lost in. 

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FOR FANS OF: PCRV, METHLAB EXPLOSION, AUNTS ANALOG, NOVASAK,
+DOG+, ENDOMETRIUM CUNTPLOW, FACIALMESS, BOAR, XOME, ETC:

8/10
-ABATTOIR-

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