STRESS ORPHAN - MASS CASUALTY EVENT - CD
PHAGE TAPES/FUSTY CUNT TAPES/PT:228/FUC159
DEATH INDUSTRIAL/POWER ELECTRONICS/HARSH NOISE/POWER VIOLENCE
PRO CDR IN A JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT.
STRESS ORPHAN IS:
STRESS ORPHAN is an American political/Left leaning electronics
project helmed by Eric Trude. With his last few releases, Trude
has shifted STRESS ORPHAN from a primarily Harsh Noise project
into a slowly crushing Death Industrial/Power Electronics war
machine featuring brutally resonating Power Violence style vocals
that stomp your skull into dust. A true hybrid of many underground
I.) THERE ARE MANY KNIVES:
"There Are Many Knives" intro's the album, Clocking in at a whopping
fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds!!! It appears that S.O. is not
a project that plays around. A static build-up arises and breaks off
into fragments of it's former self as it is smothered by gathering
static blasts. Experimental/Harsh Noise freak outs follow. Billowing
gusts, Grinding electronic pulses, Shrill hissing blasts, Wavering
drones and more...It all comes in a solid, Building mix until it fades
out into punchy synth drones, Distorted/Rotted Death Industrial rhythms
and heavy vibes of pure analog dread. Suddenly we are hit off guard by
immense vocal shouts/grunts bathed in reverb. Oldschool Power Violence/
Grindcore style stuff as if S.O. is channeling the early spirit of M.I.T.B.
...Or maybe now it's "Trude Is The Bastard"??? Anyways, The powerful drone/
vocal combo hits pretty fucking hard. The vocals are carried into ghostly
echos via the very nice cavernous reverb employed here. Shrill Harsh Noise
textures and booming earthquake kick drums add even more excellent elements
as we fade into a semi-quieter movement. Static walls grow in angry thorned
agitation as the drums increase in volume until they suddenly end. A few moments
later severe HNW grade static storms hit in rhythmic blasts while strange looped
measures come in a phased out swirling sewage drain style. Harsh textures are let
loose to play off of one another until drones of doom resonate along with the steady
thump of the previous bass drum kick. The vocals are spewed fourth like belt wielding
commands, Echoing in trails that somehow transform into choral drifts at the will of
the delay/reverb. Skyrocketing high-end noise is heard exploding above and breaking
off into cascading shrapnel trails. Comfort piercing missiles are fired off in the form
of extended surging electrical pin pricks until this fades into a grave-ward stomp that
backs spoken samples concerning lower class communities, Crime, Struggle, Etc. A pause
in the sample allows for long-form sweeping Power Electronics pulses to drop in and phase
in and out. Static grows in frustrated frenzy and pained/laborious electronic signals grind
in with a spoiled persistence. Warm clouds of distorted fog roll in and coat all else in
their glowing rhythms. Additional rhythms fall over top of these, Creating a weaving web
of brooding electric darkness for Trude to deliver his brutally decimating vocals over.
Drones rise and fall at appropriate times to add suspense and overall intense pacing.
Fifteen and a half minutes and not a dull moment.
II.) BREEDER REACTOR:
At a little under seven minutes long, "Breeder Reactor" is still quite a lengthy
follow up track...At least in comparison to your average album...But this is not
your average release. It's something a little better. The kind of album that really
digs in and forces your attention. Track one fades right into "Breeder Reactor" making
for a continuous ebb/flow of aural dis-ease, Audio disease, And general unease. Dark
Ambient drones roll in along with thick, Pulsating synth waves. The vocals enter the
frame. Low death grunts and daemon growls trailed by echoing whispers. The type of thing
I'd expect to hear on a brutal Death Grind album intro. A slow churning nightmare. A
turning corridor of vertigo that locks in and takes hold. Here Trude sounds like an
evil villain in the process of unleashing his most nefarious doomsday plot yet. Dark
vibes for dark times. Eventually the rolling cacophony reaches it's end after an
extended trance inducing rhythmic noise/warm pulsing drone combo that makes achieving
ego death as easy as pie.
III.) MASS CASUALTY EVENT:
With four tracks coming in at around forty five minutes, Track two is the shortest
in comparison to the other monolithic tracks on the album. Take the title track
"Mass Casualty Event" for example; Thirteen minutes and seventeen seconds long and
opened by powerfully pulsating electronics that sound like blaring emergency alerts
/sirens/alarms/air raid signals/whatever. Vocals are screamed over this. Loud, but
subdued yells that seem to originate from somewhere in the distance. Similar to the
vocal style of COLUMN OF HEAVEN, BASTARD NOISE, Etc...Secondary alarms squeal over
buzzing drones until another destructive sonic event begins to unfold. Spacey synth
transmissions fill the air as the track is slowly engulfed by a low roaring static
that grows slowly like a fresh fire coming into existence to devour acres in it's
relentless hunger. The static doesn't quite prevail over the piece for a while, But
it's presence is known and it begins to grow like an incubated pestilence...Soon
spilling fourth more and more until all is nearly eroded by it's touch. As Trude
screams about being "buried further and further down", We hear the static debris
pile up more and more over the track. A looming black cloud that sucks at the rest
of the piece until there is nothing left but a static corroded withered husk. The
track packs an urgent punch and builds on it's repetitiveness rather than dwelling
in it. A fairly minimal, But very effective approach. Dense blown out static blasts
are fed into the track. Funneling clouds that kick in with a booming crackle. All
while an obscured version of what we heard in the beginning of the track ties it
all together. Spoken samples finish it off. Well composed stuff.
IV.) WELCOME TO THE ISLAND:
"Welcome To The Island" ends the conflict coming at close to ten minutes in length.
Deeply resonant drones make the floor tremble. Like dooming synth brass played on
the lowest notes or with their pitch shifted far downwards. This repeats as an
instrumental mantra for some time. Volume increases along with feelings of dread.
Loud vocals strike as powerful grunts/yells presented clean other than slight traces
of reverb. These welcome us into the island, The Trenches...and servitude among other
horrors. As we tread shackled and enslaved into our own demise we hear the drones change
shape and morph as filters are cranked up, Abused, And pushed to their limits before
dropping back down into a slow-death decent. Again STRESS ORPHAN utilize a minimal
approach while amping up the bleakness that can be achieved through such methods.
A misery stained dirge of utmost despair. The phrase: "You will die here." Repeats
as an ominous coming fortune. Things slide into electric funeral atmospheres filled
with vocal depictions of horrid fates. Grim and gritty while dense and full of substance.
Quite a punishing closer.
STRESS ORPHAN MANAGES TO TOP ALL PREVIOUS RELEASES WITH EACH NEW ALBUM. THIS PROJECT HAS BEEN ON AN IMPRESSIVE RISE LATELY AND THIS NEWEST OFFERING KICKS ASS AND CONFIRMS THIS: