BOTCHED FACELIFT - BOTCHED FACELIFT - CASSETTE
HARSH NOISE/POWER ELECTRONICS/EXPERIMENTAL NOISE
BLACK CASSETTE WITH PRINTED TEXT.
COMES IN STANDARD PLASTIC CASE WITH
BOTCHED FACELIFT IS:
DARIO - ANALOG SYNTHS/VOCALS/ELECTRONICS
A few months ago I had the privilege to review a split tape between
BOTCHED FACELIFT and MASTURBATORY DYSFUNCTION. (While both sides of
the tape we're well done, I found myself coming back to the A side
for repeated listens. After the 4th or 5th time around I realized
that not only was BOTCHED FACELIFT brilliant, But his work on that
tape was quite unique as well as intensely punishing. There are a lot
of noise artists these days and it takes something extra special to
stand out in the endless sea of static. BOTCHED FACELIFT is one
that truly stands out to my ears. Now we have a new tape on the
excellent Obfuscated Records. Once again B.F. has created something
worthy of your collection. The album is packaged with some really
stimulating surreal/trippy art and the insert features a small
essay on correlations between noise and the process of dying.
A complete package that provides a great source of escapism.
BOTCHED FACELIFT offers a single track, "Vessel" for the A side. A solid slab of analog aggression and bizarre obscurity. Blown out distortion roars like a growing inferno. Dense and blurred by it's own might. This begins to wind down into an ominous drone as if signaling future devastation. A quick drop and we are in a wavering pool of lapping drones populated by shrill feedback and phasing atmospheres. Abrasive textures frame our descent as things slowly flow into a quiet resonating hum filled with reaching static strands and distant gusts that hiss like coiling serpents. Electronic signals twist and expand in the background as the moody drone continues. Vocals explode into the picture along with a scorching blast of molten distortion over powerful analog synths. Dario's vocals sound absolutely manic. Like some kind of daemonic Pterodactyl set loose from the smoldering pits of the abyss to reek havoc and ransack all it sees below it's wings. I must note that this is quite different from the previous works I'd heard from BOTCHED FACELIFT. I can always respect an artist who keeps it fresh. Feedback rings and gnaws at sanity
while the tempest continues to storm. Heavy noise elements come into play and it begins to sound like an erupting volcano in slow motion. Drones churn out like scorching lava and molten death as feedback and vocals intertwine as one. Muffled/obscured by it's own immensity and heavy bass elements, Yet still able to feel like it's dangerously close. The use of strictly analog synthesizers gives this more of an "Ancient" feeling overall. A cursed relic that brings woe and strife to all who hit play. The track stays in low drones and inhuman fits for some time, But the drones begin to move and vibrate in a manner that causes them to sound like ultra thick Doom Metal riffs. I'm hearing tones that I usually only get from something like SUNN 0))), MONARCH!, (early) BORIS, and the like. The overall effect is engulfing and captivating all at once. Vocally this hardly lets up. It's an all out fuck-fest for a good portion of the track. Lead notes that are probably actually well worked feedback are heard shimmering overhead (But still somewhat buried in the blur.) Faint traces of the ghosts of melody can be heard haunting darkened corners. When the vocals do retreat, We are met with expansive atmospheres to wander in until the next lashing. At the tracks end however, We do get a longer moment of subterranean drifting to soak up. That should give you enough time to regain your senses before diving into the B side.
II. EYES OF THE JACKAL / III. TORTUROUS DISCIPLINE:
"Eyes Of The Jackal" is not only my favorite thing I've heard from BOTCHED FACELIFT so far,
But one of my favorite tracks in the genre. The shit just does it for me. Now as we all know,
The Jackal is associated with Egypt...A place that is said to have at one time been the Home
of Cruel God's and Demi-Gods, Death, Plague, Tyranny, And every other horrible fate one can
be subject to. The track certainly sounds like a horrible fate unfolding. Sweeping synth
atmospheres twist and swirl as low squealing mic feedback does the same. Vocals come in
the form of raw rasps wrapped in distortion. A jagged attack that works great here. The
relentless quality to the jackal's hunting technique is mirrored in the vocal delivery.
Dario truly sounds like a wild predator. The track as a whole is pretty in your face and
stays there for most of it's duration. Loud blasts hit and leave behind comet trails of
wet/phased effects that linger until the next detonation. The phasers applied to the
synths/drones themselves are heavily phased out which adds a bit of a disorienting quality.
Additional wet sounds are heard bubbling, Frothing and dripping as the jackal's jaws grip
you tightly within. Otherworldly atmospheres increase as experimental noise fuckery takes
place within the chaotic onslaught. Trippy shit to say the least. Trippy and pissed the
fuck off. The feedback acts as a boost to vocal assaults here and adds additional terror
to an already strong attack. Signals are sent out and warped to oblivion as wretched
screams/rasps persist in seemingly endless madness. Bubbling synth pools rise, Consume,
And slowly retreat under rivers of electric sludge. You're punishment has only just begun.
"Torturous Discipline" begins on even weirder ground. Here everything feels like a long
trek through cross-faded stupor. Seriously strange territory. If this sound could be
represented as a physical place...The closest and most accurate comparison I could
make would be to an old house of mirrors within a dilapidated carnival that's endured
decades of sun, Rot, And the cruelty of the elements. Chipped paint and dirty toilets
all around here. Sewer drain ambiance that pulls you in deep and ignores your struggle.
Vocals/feedback are heard in the far distance. Greatly obscured in the mix yet still
present enough to make a heavy impact. Everything about this track throws off the
natural senses and fucks with your perception. Sea-sick synth abuse that conceals
grueling tortures. Here Dario pretty much just lets loose. Screaming like a maniac
in a nightmare haze of his own creation. Conjured chaos for the chaotic to dwell in.
This one is hard to do justice with words alone...So I highly advice tracking this
down if you really want a unique (And BRUTAL) experience. The track continues to
build and bubble into an increasingly unsettling work. Lacerating strands of noise
experimentation slice and dice as unseen liquids drip in heavy flows to the floor.
At the end we wind down into dizzying atmospheres that can throw off balance and
disturb comfort. The type of shit that leaves you a little confused but craving more.
THIS IS A PROJECT TO KEEP A CLOSE EYE (AND MOST IMPORTANTLY) A CLOSE EAR ON. BOTCHED FACELIFT HAS AN ABILITY TO TRULY TRANSPORT THE LISTENER INTO THE WORLDS PRESENTED WITH EACH RELEASE. WORTH HEARING. WORTH OWNING. CAN'T GO WRONG WITH OBFUSCATED RECORDS EITHER: