VARIOUS ARTISTS - HOW VERY - 3X CASSETTE - COMPILATION
HAIR ON MY FOOD TAPES/HOMF025
HARSH NOISE/HARSH NOISE WALL/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
THREE PINK CASSETTES WITH STICKER LABELS HOUSED
IN A DELUXE PLASTIC V/H/S TYPE OF CASE WITH
GLUED IN INSERT.
Today we'll be reviewing a various artist compilation released
via Hair On My Food records. The oddly titled "How Very" Comp
features six projects who team up offering a single track each
themed around the film "Heathers." Although I haven't seen the
movie, I do know that it is a 1980's Teen-Drama film with a
cult following and a plot centered around four teenage girls,
Three of whom are named Heather, In a clique at a fictional Ohio
High School...So naturally weirdo's and outsiders who happen to
be Noise artists are bound to be obsessed (Possible/probable
perverse reasoning's and fetishes aside.) The album features an
all pink layout with a woman choking on the front and another
woman with a grim expression holding and pointing a gun. This
combined with the sounds it contains has me interested in viewing
the movie. I'm sure it's safe to say that this release is full of
references that only fans of the movie will pick up on and appreciate.
This is the type of release I'd expect from CORY STRAND or another artist
on Altar Of Waste records. It's interesting to see other labels releasing
Harsh Noise/Harsh Noise Wall tributes to film works. It's a different take
to the same idea. Very Cool, Anyways on this one each artist gets ten minutes
to showcase their crafts. Here we go!!!
SIDE A.) SMALL HOURS -QUE SERA SERA:
We begin with "Que Sera Sera" performed by SMALL HOURS.
The song opens with a sampled song I've never heard before
serving as its intro. It's an old acoustic/synth ballad with
female vocals. Pretty, Melodic, Harmonic stuff an a chorus of
"Que Sera Sera, Whatever may be will be." A slowly creeping
wall of dense low-end Harsh Noise begins to sneak up and
devour Lue Sera Sera little by little until it's completely
sucked up by it's black hole of sound, Texture and doom.
Smothering Harsh Noise walls with distant churning sub-
movements and rhythms are heard deep beneath along with
crackling static energy overhead. There are various
movements where vague shifts bring us into subtle
differences at varying levels. Small changes from
SMALL HOURS. A perfect approach towards isolationist
winter storm atmospheres of total nihilistic emptiness.
Windswept textures and a blurred static ambience frozen
in a still-motion void arise and carry us slowly fading
into the end where we hear some really cool retro 80's
synth soundtrack music. Ultra nostalgic waves to unexpectedly
bask in. Totally Awesome Dude!!!
SIDE B.) CLIVE HENRY - I DIE KNOWING NO ONE KNEW REAL ME:
With CLIVE HENRY I've come to expect pleasing sounds every
time at this point. You could say I'm a fan so I'll try not
to write some biased bullshit and present this as what it is.
Cathedral synths and sampled dialog where we hear a young woman
say "Dear diary, My teen angst bullshit has a body count." I know
I've heard that phrase many times or seen it on the Internet even
though I don't recall ever watching the film it's taken from. After
this a Harsh Noise thunderstorm suddenly erupts. Sky splitting static
electricity with a radiant buzzing energy met with cacophonous sub-bass
quakes and rumblings. Once the storm ceases we are thrown into another
one that sounds more like a storm at sea heard from a semi-safe position
below deck. On top of the roaring ocean we hear a constant electric buzz
with a pulsating crystal ball like energy and distant winds that howl
powerfully, Yet subdued on the far horizon. We eventually shift into
another movement that sounds like rickety structures struggling to
not give way against dense torrential winds. Deep Daemonic vocals
appear as if from a rift in the sky and add a sinister blanket
over what previously sounded more like a natural disaster than
a malignant entity. Bubbling textures and phased electronic
bird-like chirps enter the picture. Soon they begin to battle
blown out static barrages, Striking in frantic pecks. Spoken
samples concerning chaos and extinction finish off tape one.
SIDE C.) WHERE IS THIS? - KURT AND RAM ARE FUCKING IN HEAVEN:
Starting the second tape we have WHERE IS THIS? Today will be
my first time hearing this project. I'm familiar with SMALL
HOURS, CLIVE HENRY, and GINGER CORTES, But everything else
here will be an introductory experience to my ears. Tape
two kicks off with sarcastic samples which fit the song
title perfectly and billowing sub-bass resonance along
with surging electrical current noise. Live wire electronics
and smothering bass waves. Minimal, But a pretty decent mix
of sounds that locks you in and keeps you engaged. Seemingly
randomly generated electronic waveforms that create the audio
equivalent of a laser/light show for your listening pleasure,
While at the same time stimulating the visual centers in your
minds eye. Volume increases past previously set thresholds
erupting in a blown out blur of moaning resonance and whining
flat feedback in an agonizing dull ring. The mood has changed
into a slightly more dreary experience. Dense Harsh Noise edges
begin to form around the sawing electronic signals and drowning
bass rivers...Static atmospheres and humming sound waves populate
the ending segment of the track. A fine way to achieve ego death.
Get lost in the noise and ask yourself, "Where is this?"
SIDE D.) GINGER CORTES - A DARKER SHADE OF PINK:
I've been really into what I've heard previously by GINGER
CORTES. A project featuring two guys who are involved with
or are solely behind several projects I really enjoy. So I'm
definitely excited to hear them in action here with a track
that's new to my eager ears. Looped mechanical rhythms against
a backdrop of static spray that is synced in time with the
throbbing machines. Minimal perfection. Imagine stripping
a MUSLIMGAUZE song (As minimal as they already tend to be.)
To the barest form possible. Although much different than
what I'd expected to hear, I'm really digging the hypnotic
lull that this creates. Almost maddening but with enough of
the right tonal quality to send one into a comfortable state
of sleep paralysis or oblivious drifting. A state where one
can envision a darker shade of pink...Suddenly we are hit
with tormented experimental noise pulses and screeches mixed
with slamming Harsh Noise static textures and retro spoken
samples. Following this all becomes a total blur of a female
voice looped and lost in a hallucinogenic haze of delay/reverb.
Kind of unsettling in a strange unknown way. While the voices
repeat, Pause, Repeat and warp we are treated to intricate and
creative patterns within an Experimental/Electronic/Sci-Fi style
delivery. Repeating clips, Blips, Waves, Pulses, Etc in a cinematic,
Mid-tempo exploration of a vacuous and remote region. A suspenseful
climax to tape two.
SIDE E.) SWELLS OF HAPPINESS - ATTEMPT I (DATURA BLOSSOMS):
To begin the third cassette we have SWELLS OF HAPPINESS.
Whether the moniker is pure sarcasm or a description for harsh
audio bliss is open to debate but I'm going to bet on a bit of both.
"Attempt I (Datura Blossoms)" takes us into lacerated glitches and
cut-up noise featuring butchered samples from the 1980's. Dense and
blown out static gusts are featured here and there as sampled dialog,
Sci-Fi/Horror sound effects, Pedal/synth creations/monstrocities and
more Industrial junk and debris than you can handle while remaining
in good health are all tossed into a blender with some shiny, High
quality blades. Imagine watching Videodrome while under the influence
of a solid hybrid of harsh uppers and downers. Chaotic all while being
delivered at a mid-tempo rush which can somehow create a staggering
slow-motion blur effect on your mental processing capabilities. The
audio elements of long lost or forgotten adds and movie dialog are
heard in refreshing cascades to long deprived ears...All this while
avalanches of crumbling Harsh Noise are fired off in machine gun
patterns between the samples. A frantic composition, But one that
is masterfully put together. Much more movement than previous tracks,
And in very rapid intervals. A sinking synth ambient piece is heard.
It sounds like it's being played on an old V/H/S player that's seen
better days. Warped and wonky. One sudden Harsh Noise blast and then
we are in silence.
SIDE F.) PLANET SHITHEAD - I'VE SEEN A LOT OF BULLSHIT:
Ending the compilation we have PLANET SHITHEAD, Which (Other than
being an accurate description for my life thus far,) Is also the
project of Hair On My Food Tapes label owner "Joe The Stache."
PLANET SHITHEAD opens the final side with spoken samples concerning
sex, Weapons and a lot of bullshit that soon loop under sweeping waves
of dense static distortion and shimmering ambient resonance. This is
another track with a very vacuous atmosphere. Windswept barren fields
of sonic waste in a hazed out blur filled with obscured rivers of
sub-bass drifting. Various Experimental Noise explorations are heard
taking place beneath the fog-like blanket of sound. This provides a
sense of additional movement as the samples repeat and blend into
morphed and mirrored versions of themselves. A powerful wave of
slowly moving electric plasma energy is heard coursing overhead
like an Aurora Borealis of aural enticement. Layers of sound now
blending into one solid mass of quaking, Roaring, And rumbling
bliss. Power Electronics, Harsh Noise, Experimental Electronics
and Industrial Drone all mashed together in a perfectly balanced
mix of monolithic momentum. Once again we are immersed in meditative
ecstasy by a track on this release. One of the most well put together
compilations of the year. The phrase "I've seen a lot of bullshit."
is the last thing you hear on the album making for a perfect conclusion.
A TRULY AWESOME HN/HNW/ANW COMPILATION WHERE EACH ARTIST
STEPS UP TO THE PLATE AND DELIVERS SOME OF THEIR FINEST
OR MOST INTERESTING MATERIAL TO DATE. A STELLAR RELEASE
AND A WONDERFUL COLLECTORS PIECE AS WELL: