Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Reviews From Issue #7


warmth / medroxy progesterone acetate. 'split'. 7inch + 3inch. phage tapes / small doses.
what a fantastic package this is. 7inch in sleeve with 3inch attached to the back flap. fuckin beautiful. on the 7 you get a track from each artist. warmth unloads a fairly heavy drone that just builds and builds in intensity and volume the further along you go. it starts off really light but definitely gets thicker and meatier as it goes. the medroxy progesterone acetate side is a bit more on the experimental side than warmth who maintain a more controlled nature over their work. m.p.a. plays with tapes and manipulates them to alter their meaning and intent all while emitting an undercurrent of high frequency whistles and a deeper more breathy cloud of sound in the distance. this is the kind of stuff you hear when they are gassing you up for an operation. both projects manage to create very special works on their respective sides. 

teeth collection. 'oddities'. c-60. factotum tapes.
a collection of presumably unreleased works from ohio noiser teeth collection. recorded over a 2 year period so one could presume that there will probably be some changes in style and approach. kicks off with some very breathy and trance inducing ambient movements that are steady and free to roam in a very large space. definitely nightmare sounding for certain.

migrations in rust 'seasons cast in pearl'. c-20. ekhein.
desolate yet similarly beautiful soundscapes and acoustic drones. this to me is when experimental music ceases to dwell within the confines of noise and becomes something new and engaging in its own right. this exudes power and emotional impact. if you enjoy the sounds of such drone specialists as concern then this will make a perfect companion piece. a genre defying work of incredible depth and care.

sean mccann. 'lower decks'. c-29. ekhein.
hypnotic atmospheric and constructed much like a cathedral: with time and and an eye for the majestic. this was recorded in 05-06 but finally seeing the light of day in 2010 and what im wondering is what took so long? not that im complaining because this tape is a true work of sheer emotional glory. lonely tones and whisperings that really put you in the mood to take pills. the 5 tracks on here really go in alot of interesting directions all while staying tethered to the faceless monolithic power drones. incredible dreamlike soundtracks that are perfect for long drives to nowhere. ekhein continues to deliver and this one is a must hear.

earn. 'away'. c-20. ekhein.
earn is an intriguing and unique project in experimental music circles and this cassette will bear that out. centered around the more musical aspects rather than straight ahead drones and atmospheric tonality although this sort of sonic play is in abundance. it is earn's use of instruments that seems to be a bit more pronounced in comparison to other artists who dwell in the same genre. earn uses instruments to craft mournful pieces that speak to you directly rather than behind a thick veil of fog. piano and guitar are the ones used in their most literal and intended sense. still it is done in such a manner as to set a mood. definitely one of the leaders of what i percieve to be a new and ever growing movement of artists who are now seeking to blur the lines of song craft and audio sorcery.

infinite body. 'from now on we're weightless here'. c-14. ekhein.
kicks off with a very heavy droner that seems broken and much more crackly and dense than the usual slow jam specialists who deliver very even tones. sounds like it's from hundreds of years ago. i am completely in awe of the perfect mix of filth and beauty. side a keeps things crumbly while side b settles into a very emotional let the credits roll sort of thing. to me it is this sort of artistry that deserves to accompany a film or movie. this takes things to a whole other level that i dont think many artists can attain. 

work / death. 'go and be gone'. c-35. ekhein.
a blizzard of depression that never lets up and simply continues to bury whatever lingering hints of beauty may happen to lie beneath. brutal and cold hearted. if you enjoy getting drug through the dirt like a piece of garbage then this will do the trick for you. a very deliberate piece of hatred.

cloaked light. 'a passing through'. c-30. ekhein.
this one starts off with a drone that is so low in tone that it makes the back of my skull tingle. total plumeting gloom and density that you can feel. cloaked light seems to take the approach of keeping things down in the doldrums and giving the listener a slow build. you are in limbo and it's exactly what you deserve. blessed intoxication via opiates.

1958-2009. 'II'. c-32. ekhein.
a tribute to the king of pop. this cassette is the finest example of ambient drone that i have yet to hear. stunning in its simplicity and its sublimity. the tracks contained within are all laid out with perfect care in terms of striking the perfect balance between songwriting and mood setting. patient drones that float like air over each other creating a vast panorama that will take you on a lengthy trip. this would definitely be a perfect soundtrack for when you are abusing anesthetics. ethereal and mind altering. put on your headphones and let doctor murray dose you up proper.
endless time. 'coasting'. c-20. monorail trespassing.
very ominous ocean themed tape that really reinforces my belief that people who go to the beach alone during seasons other than spring or summer are going there to die. the sky is dark. the air is damp. the waves keep coming in ever closer. the some dense drones that are seriously heavy in mood accompany the sounds of a very lonely beach at dusk or early dawn. really bad trip this one. get droned out to sea. great stuff.
head molt. 'mass mind overscum'. c-10. heavy psych.
this tape is way too quiet. quite frankly that's a huge irritant to me. the sort of primitive throbbing hate that head molt are getting up to would be so brutal if it was gouging out my ear drums rather than gingerly passing by like a stranger in the night. unfortunately it isn't and i wonder if this is the artist's intent. if so then it's a horrible idea because this needs to be loud as fuck. very p/e inspired with the horrendous pounding rudimentary beats and the blackened vokills and crusty noise garbage littered throughout. i would highly recommend seeking out other stuff from head molt but this wouldn't be it. the quietness of the proceedings is making this a huge turn off. again if this could be reissued and remixed to be skull raping volume then this would definitely rank far  higher on my favorites list. 
bruant des marais. 'crippled'. c-60. heavy psych.
what you get here is pure ugly fragmented brutality. sounds as if it was recorded inside a coffin buried 6 feet under while a tornado rages on the cemetary above. some seriously gloomy claustrophobic passages entangled with blown out devastation. this is heartless stuff whether it's creeping around in the quiet and near silent or exploding with bleak agony. you will get smothered and erased. knuckledragging hatred from the bad part of town. your collection won't suffer without this tape but it could sure benefit from bruant des marais's special dose of true kult abuse. 

various artists. 'untitled'. 2 x c30. phage tapes.
4 pulverizing artists 1 hour of fucking full on searing hatred for you harsh noise fiends. paranoid time, human teratogen, baculum, and taskmaster come together to beat the grease out of you. each artist is bringing the brutality. i liken this to being trapped in a carboard box while you get hot coals dumped on you. there are no breaks or breathing room. plus as an added bonus taskmaster brings the rita and rusalka along to make things extra miserable for you. for my money no one is doing it better than phage tapes. if you are familiar with any of these artists [which you fucking should be you idiot] then you know you need this collection. 

lngtche. 'recordings for osip mandelstam I-IX. cdr. phage tapes.
this is my first taste of this project and i am really impressed. very bleak soundscapes and lonely textures. each of the tracks goes somewhere else but still manages to maintain the empty vibes and morose feeling. soundtrack for a spaceship going nowhere with no one at the controls. very cool.

karst. 'no prose'. cdr. phage tapes.
you want total lifeless windswept doomscapes then look no further than karst. an hour of total unfeeling nothingness that is an ideal soundtrack for when you have a need to eat pills. rarely deviating off course and only showing traces of feeling towards the end of the track. however this is not for the weak. true kvlt cemetary breeze blowing through brittle skin. a cold whiff of oblivion awaits.

swamphorse. 'perpetual drip'. 3inch. husk.
an interesting mix of stuff on this 2 track disc. from rusty layered drones to some knuckledragging sludge action this is a sweaty morass of depression. in spite of the musty damp basement vibe this disc gives off there is a very damaged sense of beauty to be had. part of me wants to say this disc may suffer from going in too many directions for such a short format but it is all done so well that it's really hard to complain. swamphorse is always an intriguing listen no matter what direction they go in. 

white torture. 'braindead'. 3inch. phage tapes.
this one really raced by me and im not sure if that's a good thing or not. while this has moments of sheer crumbly arson and overheated rage it has a few spots of dorkiness that i just can't get past. while it is my belief that people should be able to do whatever the fuck they want im also of the opinion that if you are gonna unload the crumble then you should just unload the fucking crumble and forget about the goofiness. i don't think white torture was trying to be goofy but there are some spots on this that seem really out of place. however there are some segments of true damaged hatred that will please the harsh heads out there. not essential but worth a spin while sucking down some knife hits.
foul. 'naturan demanto'. 3inch. phage tapes.
samples are a touchy thing for me. sometimes i hate them but in this instance it's the perfect setup for the ensuing HNW attack that will run over you and keep on going. no frills. no bullshit. just full on wall worship. for serious wall fiends only. brutal.
nocturnal life. 'the ocean'. 3inch. phage tapes.
very low key and non-descript. little to no variation in tonality or mood. there is a picture of the moon on the disc which seems to fit perfectly with the mood of the piece. lonely and darkened. play this one before bedtime.
mattias gustafsson. 'dod metall'. 3inch. husk.
synths and field recordings coming together with an eye for artistic detail and setting a mood. first track takes you out to the foggy coastline to watch the day go by while dealing with yourself. birds. waves. wind and total outdoorsy atmosphere done to grim effect. the remaining tracks however really show off a very different side to gustafsson as the sounds had me feeling very anxious and somewhat nervous. there were sounds both near and far as everything seemed to surround me. gustafsson uses a wide array of instrumentation on this disc and while the list seems long everything is mixed so nicely that it doesn't even matter what he used. in my opinion the level of craftsmanship on this release is indicative of the high level of quality that makes both artist and label so great. yet another solid release from the husk kult. 

the haters. 'in the shade of fire'. cd. hanson.
the basic theme is breaking glass and fire both of which haters main man gx-jupitter larsen likes a great deal. a nice long journey into a tornado of glass fragments and shit burning up. personally i dont know how the haters assemble these pieces but suffice it to say it's a bit beyond just simple loops. there is so much going on in the various tracks that it makes for interesting listening. while the main theme is glass and fire there are other tracks that seem to go in a more understated direction. sounds of a gas heater or perhaps a stove and other parts that sound like paper being cut. while these bits take you out of the maelstrom they are no less intriguing to the ear. as will all the material from the haters you will find moments of total devastation or moments of patience trying experimentation. this disc is a great example of how brilliant the haters can be and why they are one of the greatest institutions in noise. that's no bullshit.

the slasher is a sex maniac. 'the babysitter just sits and laughs'. cd. phage tapes.
more of that sweet texas wall worshipping violence courtesy of richard ramirez. a hot sleazy blast of piss right to your fucking face. there's more to this disc than just HNW but some textures and layers that all manage to help in the slicing of someone's goddamned throat. harsh. brutal. evil. another gem in the crown of one of the sport's finest. for the true kultists out there.

josh lay. 'true mask'. cd. small doses.
first things first i am an avid follower of josh lay's work. he never ceases to astound with the depth that he exhibits. this go around finds him trapped within a coffin that is steadily filling up with blackened phlegm. the vokills that he unleashes are of the lo-fi basement black metal variety full of venom and disgust. underneath the vitriol is a steady current of hums and buzzes that indicate to me that something bad can happen at any minute. the one thing that struck me as being out of place was the guitar work on one of the tracks. while not horrible by any stretch it just seemed ill timed and didn't add to the proceedings all that much. by the discs conclusion you have been pummeled and locked up and will await your execution. the machine looms ever closer. its rusted jaws will become greased with your blood. josh lay is a devilish inn keeper and his inn is your fucking coffin. another box of ammo for this kentucky warlord's war chest.

knife attack. 'watching you from afar'. 2 x cdr. phage tapes.
a searing dose of extended torture from this vicious ear rapist. no track titles to guide you through this hopeless chase through the park. your panties get yanked. you get dry fucked into oblivion. you get stabbed a bunch. total heartless hatred and emotionless violence. another gutteral assault that's custom made for the serious wall worshippers.
vomit pit / ecoute la merde 'vomit la merde' cd. FxIxMxL records.
fucking retarded half assed low budget garbage from ecoute la merde. so bad in fact that i don't see much point in listening to vomit pit's portion of this split. ecoute la merde's 4 tracks are so dumb i can't stand it. amazingly enough i did make it to vomit pit. goregrind with waterlogged pig vokills and crumbly farting bass. noisy but not very good. if i were forced to choose a favorite on this disc id go with vomit pit simply because ecoute la merde's material is so utterly shitty. however let's not confuse things: this sucks. avoid at all costs.
napalm noise / mental hygiene terrorism orchestra 'split' cdr. FxIxMxL records.
what the fuck? the napalm noise portion of this split is allegedly 5689 songs. while i am not going to try and verify this particular claim i will say that here is some poorly played noisy grindcore. actually i shouldn't say poorly played i should just be honest and say this is pure fucking garbage. i can't believe someone thought this was fit to release. just sounds like a retard fucking around in his bedroom. if anyone mentions napalm noise in ten years in any sort of reverent tones i'll put a gun in my mouth and eat lead. now i got mental hygiene terrorism orchestra cranking out some really obnoxious yet forceful grind. vocals are the more agitated and yelling type. there are some pretty thick moments of ball crushing grind noise in amongst a few funny samples and some goofy jazz piss takes. while this is far superior to the waterbrained attempts by napalm noise this really isn't anything that a million other noise grind bands haven't done before. thumbs up for m.h.t.o. for keeping the tradition alive. noisy grind will never die.
pottersville 'binary' cdr. no label listed.
while i did say i'll review pretty much anything i really wasn't expecting this. punk rock in the vein of social distortion and early gg allin before he wrote songs about pissing and shitting on kids. upbeat country tinged punk ballads about the good old days, drinking, and coming out on top. bunch of swaggering guitar solos that will make your truck nuts swing. i'd bet some serious dough that the girls that go to their shows all have hickeys and do meth. ill give this disc to jeff brookhart he'll fucking love it.

aleph naught. 'the dreams in the witch house' 3inch. small doses.
epic drone. ghostly nightmare fog. count backwards from ten and sleep. while there are many artists out there right now doing this type of meditative new agey atmospheric stuff, aleph naught is a cut above the crowd. masterful balancing of texture and weight. the notes linger for perfect durations and connect to one another without sounding forced or too methodical. everything sounds exactly as it should: natural and real. this is definitely a game elevating release and should serve notice to all the other droners and atmospheric technicians. 

various artists. 'FxIxMxL comp #1' cassette. FxIxMxL.
i think im starting to understand what this label is all about. they seem to be hell bent on collecting the noisiest sloppiest crappiest noise / grind / experimental music they can find. they are seeking out all the more uncompromising anti musicians in an effort to destroy music. while the other releases i have heard from this label aren't as good as i would want or expect, this comp is thus far showing some promise. 17 artists spread out across this tape. the only names on this comp i was remotely familiar with were audiocum, ecoute la merde, and mental hygiene terrorism orchestra. the rest are unknown and untested. let me once again take one for the team and try my best to keep up. ultimately this label is either doing things right or doing it all wrong and ill just leave that up to you consumers. 

darksmith. 'urgency / agony'. tape. chondritic sound.
the sort of thing that darksmith does is the exact sort of thing i like in noise. very unsettling with methods and approaches unknown. stone on steel sliding about. unseen figures moving throughout the basement. just enough grit and lo-fi flavoring to keep this in your cassette player for many a listen just to try and figure it all out. a quality listen from start to finish.

david russel. 's/t'. tape. chondritic sound.
i have been thinking about this for a while and i have come to the realization that even the best labels don't always crank out winners. this here isn't a winner. is it horrible? no but it isn't that great neither. side one had me for a minute but then i lost track of what was happening. basically this is an artist who in this particular instance chose to loop the fuck out of everything. this was pretty goddamned boring. from here on out for as long as i review stuff in this zine i will not sugarcoat anything. people aren't going to just get a pass for showing up. good for background sounds but little else. i want to get sucked in. this just sucked.
pax titania. 'live in phlorida' tape. chondritic sound.
some live sounds from this primitive synth techno project. this is what techno should be or what would be lumped into the techno catagory before they cluttered everything with beats. synthy movements and some tonal excursions. the crowd seem to really enjoy this stuff alot. i find it interesting when someone can go outside of the noise genre and make something different i also applaud the label for looking outside the box as well. not just another run of the mill noise project. just some interesting screen test sounds for the be-bop set. smoke a cig and start mingling. party tones.
speculum fight. 'lost live 2'. tape. hanson.
old school dronery from the archives of the drone legend damion romero. this has a very gutteral vibe as the crumbling and knuckle dragging increases and swarms the buzzing tones beneath. some very half dead moans and feeds hover in the cold operating room. i however hold the opinion that romero has since risen far beyond the rather one dimensional approach on display here. this is a grimy glimpse into the past of one of noise's true master experimentalists. a pretty cold and heartless listen to be sure. i will state that this tape is for the true romero devotees out there and not for the casual listener. if you are wanting to check out his work i wouldn't start here. i'd save this for the more advanced fan geeks. 
machinegun warfare. 's/t'. tape. hanson.
total skull scouring hate. a thoroughly degrading sandblasting of searing disdain. vocal taunts cutting through the shitstorm at inopportune moments. side two exhibits a more subdued side as a brittle tone starts to rise to the surface yet still held back by crackling asshole arc weldings. if you like it harsh and rough then this one might be something for you to track down. nothing overly essential but still a nice thrashing for you and your fucking worthless ears.

various artists. 'fake sound routine' 2x tape. i just live here.
double cassette compilation of artists doing the ironic techno thing. a few of the artists you may be familiar with such as leslie keffer, lazy magnet and work/death, the large majority perhaps not. when i ordered this i really wasn't sure what i was going to get other than what i actually got. beats, blips, pops, grooves and other rhythmic noodlings. i guess i wanted something with a little more depth as this was fairly devoid of personality on the whole. while many of you more cultured underground mustachioed hipster types will eat this sort of thing up, i was left feeling a little bit cold. but if you like to fancy yourself as a dj or some shit and want to see what the cool kids are up to then swoop down on this comp. perfect for assfucking and bong hits with your girlfriend or cruising the strip in your honda. jack in the box parking lot conversational rave with crystal and menthol cigs. tramp stamps are no longer an option you fat assed slut.

sensible nectar / spermwhale. 'split'. c-62. rainbow bridge.
6 tracks from sensible nectar and 1 long b-side from spermwhale. much like his release on my label, sensible nectar dabbles in alot of different areas. however i would venture to say that he covered alot more ground on his tracks here. personally i think sensible nectar is still finding his way to where he truly belongs, his experiments are still very interesting. from the harsh pseudo PE stylings to lush dronescapes and odd crankings in between. while some may say that it's a bit too much i say more power to sensible nectar for seeing the possibilities and exploring them all. spermwhale really lets the listener go for an extended journey through the mists of a dying weekend with a single 30 minute track of dreamy drones and tonal sweeps. this is a decent split and a nice introduction to both artists who are still new to me. i say check this one out. my only complaint was that this tape seemed just a bit too long but don't let that stop you from checking out some new artists. recommended.

sissisters / hirsute & fur. 'split' c-25. christian pop records.
the a side of this tape finds sissisters crumbling up signals and letting them fall on the coffin lid. seriously mangled frequencies of the lowest order getting dished out nonchalantly as possible. some fairly mean spirited filth to be had. hirsute & fir's side takes a few mins to even start but once it does you get an earful of mid level frequency coming straight out of the shed. by the track's collection a foggy conversation of a somewhat angry mob surrounds you. there will be no talking your way out of shit this time. killer tape.
graham young. 'one/another'. c-25. christian pop records.
holy fuck. some ear gutting anxiety straight from the bedroom of a diseased sociopath. the tracks on here are seething, shrill, and severely caustic. this is angry blackened zoned out hatred. catatonic tantrums custom made for self abusers and cutters. watch the bitch wither away as she begs for vanity. primitive audio catastrophes pushed over the fucking edge. monstrously grim clutter. essential.
wether. 's/t'. tape. catholic tapes.
remember the old contact commercials from the 70s where they would open one of the pills and the little balls of cold medicine would fall out in slow motion? this starts off like that commercial. open the pill and the little inocous balls fall onto the sterile countertop. rising up from the distance is the screeching rust of xmas past right into the forefront and passing right on by like a ghost in the night. the b side just takes off where the a side left off with a rapidly fading sandy pulse back into the moods and sounds of side a with some variations. i'm of the opinion that this was a single piece that was spread out over two sides with side a getting the edge. all in all this is a good listen and if you're a wether fan you'll enjoy this one. 
climax denial. 'her skin remembers'. tape. after death records.
a listless loop of pure resignation accompanied by enraged hate speak. the anger and anxiety ripping through the speakers and right into you. however side two is where the action is with two tracks of pure nightmare scenarios: eyes blood shot and vacant. ski mask drenched in sweat. boner ripping through the zipper. victim trying to flee and being insulted all the while. quality stuff right here from an underground favorite. 
dotabata / torba 'split'. c-31. hair on my food.
grim as fuck. graveyard dirt dumped down the stairs into the basement where ghosts starve to a second death. torba is the sound of crud and rot. dotabata is one of my personal favorites and this piece sets new lows in total hopeless oblivion. pop some pills and fucking die. 

grain belt 's/t'. c-10. phage tapes.
another crumbled hateful mess from phage tapes. grain belt is a new name on the scene and the name alone had me hooked. deadly assaults full of steel on steel feedback squalls and schizophrenic wall abuse. unpredictable earthquake like assault that will kick you in the chest, dick, and face. crank this one up fucking loud and break every piece of furniture in your house. phage tapes is the new leader in the noise underground and here is yet another reason why. total pummeling humiliation.

rob michalchuk. 'total eclipse'. c-18. poor little music.
one of the more interesting artists out there right now. everything i've heard by rob has been nothing but interesting. this tape starts off with 'total eclipse' a morose piano piece that fades away slowly as a gloomy lo-fi loop takes its place. another shift as things give way to an even more depressive stringed keyboard interlude that seems to fade away into an unthinkable oblivion. side two 'antarctic basement' is a continuation of the themes addressed on the previous side with more ambience. it seems as if rob michalchuk is at an interesting point in his creative jaunt and his work will be going in alot of intriguing directions. this particular tape is a great stop on that journey especially if you enjoy artists such as marble sky or concern. 

kwea / bruta. 'split'. c-30. military radio.
some basement crust and face pounding audio scouring from some unknowns. blasting sonic crud right into your grill. side two is a little more controlled with some radio broadcast struggling to stay ahead of the beefy stabs of filth. simple yet effective gutter noise. some deep underground stuff for you kultists. watch as your mustache melts off.

lynchgate / mistress. 'the witches knight'. c-40. after death records.
a live aktion that took place december of 2008 in denton texas featuring lynchgate and mistress. this is of upper level bootleg quality as you can hear the audience at certain points which really puts you right in the midst of the action. lynchgate starts off with some ominous throbs which are merely the prelude to some real nefarious gutter ambience. texas burns while angels watch on from a safe distance. the harshness just seems to pile on itself. guaranteed this was a fucking bulldozer of a loud show. mistress starts off with a looped sample and straight into some p.e. styled devastation. scorching hiss over the top of throbbing buttfucking beats while feedback heavy vokills insult and taunt the audience. broken sounds. louder than shit. the crowd is super stoked all the way through both sets. dude is sounding pissed. guaranteed motherfuckers went home with tinnitus. excellent pairing of two different yet intense styles of hatred. seek this one out immediately.
EE / louis sterrett. 'split'. c-30. tusco embassy.
ohio mainstay EE delivers a doomy layer of kult fog that simply puts you in a trance. the variations are incredibly slow to the point of non existence yet grim enough to hold you fast until his piece ends. louis sterrett's deep periodic tones are so down in the mouth that there is almost no pulse whatsoever. graveyard tones give way to acoustic ambient experimentation. there is no light in this vacuum hell only lifelessness. a split completely devoid of commercial potential as it should be. truly comatose dronings and musings as i have never heard them before. quality gloom. 
various artists. 'grind madness at the bbc.' 3 x cd. earache.
holy fucking fuck. i'm not going to do anything other than tell you who's on this beautiful set: napalm death, extreme noise terror, carcass, bolt thrower, godflesh, unseen terror, heresy, and intense degree. classic peel sessions from some of the genre's best. you like grind? you'll love this. 
bloody phoenix. 'death to everyone'. cd. 625 records.
featuring former excruciating terror guitarist jerry flores, bloody phoenix is a brutal los angeles grind / hardcore cadre hellbent on bringing harsh realities and throwing them like a chopped up corpse on your doorstep. these guys are not fucking around at all. they've stripped away some of their earlier full on grind leanings and have upped the ante in the songwriting department. the tunes are direct and to the point expressions of disgust for today's fucked up world. urgent and totally apocalyptic crust. get on board or get the fuck out of the way asshole.
magrudergrind. 's/t'. cd. six weeks records.
these guys are doing grindcore better than anyone currently in the game and that's no bullshit. they kick down total furious blasts that are of deadly efficiency. while some may tout the skills of such luminaries as pig destroyer i am of the opinion that no one is kicking it down like magrudergrind. they don't horse around with noodly guitar bits and tricky parts it's all set to kill. no pussy maneuvers here. don't settle on weak emo grind. crank this motherfucker and get dealt on like you deserve. album of the year no fucking doubt about it.

nunslaughter. 'demoslaughter'. 2 x cd. hells headbangers.
satanic black thrash hurling insults at jesus is what these longtime metal fiends have been doing for well over 20 years. this set digs deep into the distant past and dredges up classic demos full of cruddy sounding basement metal. early god hating neck snappers abound on this amazing set. comes with a great booklet with liner notes and info straight from main man don of the dead. for the serious nunslaughter fans and those into mid 80s garage thrash. 

vestigial limb. 'gangrenous'. c-31. after death recordings.
one of my personal favorites in the noise underground bar fucking none. there are very few artists out there who come racing out of the gate with a fully formed vision of where they want to be but ray shinn is one of those who has. always harsh as fuck. rarely taking backsteps. crumbly oppression and deadly morbid fascination abounds here. after death records and vestigial limb are an excellent team up. jump into the grave motherfucker. jump into the grave.

vestigial limb. 'now, voyager'. c-30. monorail tresspassing.
more grim kult wanderings from one of the more original artists in noise today. this one has a much more live sound to it as the dull rumble wanders hand in hand with scratchy vinyl dialogue and ambient hiss. vestigial limb manages to combine record player based manipulations with scrambled cassette ruinings to create a tapestry of truly ugly yet amazing sounds. always on the crispy and crumbly side with natural ambience always trying and consistently failing to stay above the grime. everything is mixed together with a great ear for combination. always a sick listen when vestigial limb is in my stereo. unsafe environment to be had. 
vestigial limb. 'velo-dog dissuader'. c-40. 2:00 am tapes.
pure haunted torture. gritty lo-fi excursions into a seriously fucked up swampy hell. this is one of the more unique releases i've heard vestigial limb do. i can't help but think there are some animals are either starving to death or being tortured to death. either way it's seriously disturbing and makes for yet another gruesome listen. it really seems to me like vestigial limb has settled into a very efficient working groove where everything is carefully planned but doesn't come across as such. very natural black noise that will satisfy your need for totally stoned out filthy death. epic.
dawn of wolves. 'darkness as black as evil'. c-13. husk records.
black thrash done with precision. alot of tight guitar playing over the top of old school one two drums with some double bass thrown in. typically black metal style garglings tying this super tight release together. there are some keyboard bits here and there but nothing too annoying or overbearing. these fuckers keep the thrash coming at you but throw in the sweet breakdowns and mid tempo sections so you can take bong hits, swig some lager and give your neck a little rest. if you like kreator or sodom mixed in with the usual black metal style then this will be a welcome addition to your metal collection. it will go on the shelf right next to your copy of possessed 'seven churches'. 
fukte / i dream of her beautiful tentacles. 'stays liquid'. tape. black and purple.
chris gierig's black and purple label is one of my personal favorites simply due to the fact that he is consistently finding the most filthy low budget graveyard crumbling artists in the world. totally unknown names yet always downright gutteral in approach. italy's fukte kicks out the corpse dragging neanderthal schizo jams. primitive buzz and crackle meeting perfect levels of rusty feedback. someone left the radio next to the baseboard heater. i.d.o.h.b.t. from denmark unleashes a mudslide that will bury you alive and insult your intelligence. the second track is a cut and paste deal with various samples including charles manson [which is always a plus with me]. cut from the same soiled cloth as fukte but dare i say a bit more elementary. this is another killer slice of audio mulch from the black and purple label diy kult. support the true.  
earth incubator. 'relax session'. tape. black and purple.
russia's earth incubator is yet another example of black and purple's efforts to seek out new and obscure sounds from other countries. rather than mine from the same pool of u.s. based artists as most labels are wont to do, chris digs around for the new names and he is gracious enough to put in the time and effort to present them all to the listening public. earth incubator seems to operate at several different levels yet all of it seems to converge to the same grimy drain. digital trash and basement styled moscow ghetto remixes. there is a very discernable layer of gutter dust on all the pieces which gives this an authentically ruined taste. this is how you get down in the crackhouses of chernobyl. commie gangsta rave with vodka and resin hits.
buddha mind big band. 'in time'. cd. nekorekords.
soundtrack oriented free form sounds from this finnish trio. very sound based in their use of items such as singing bowls, gongs, cymbals, and various horn and flute type instruments. a sort of lynchian free jazz thing that is both equally ambient, jazzy, and beautifully unsettling. smooth and evenly paced. im not sure if any of the 8 tracks on this disc were the product of planning or simply high quality jams done by true pros. whatever the case the pieces are all so pefectly laid out with equal time given to percussion, horns, tapes, and other instruments that it makes for a fantastic listening session. this disc remains at a very slow and deliberate pace all throughout and maintains a very ritualistic vibe from start to finish. essentially, if you take what smegma does, minus the campy stuff and throw in a little sun ra spiked with some acid, then you will be on the right track in knowing what this unit is all about. totally amazing yet creepy work that is definitely worth your time in tracking down. 
umpio. 'muelas'. cd. freak animal.
alright goddamnit you know the deal with freak animal. one of the major global players in terms of bringing the harsh p.e. action. here is one from umpio and what a skull scouring trip it is. loud face beating rage teamed up with sandblasted audio filth blown like a full load of coke up your ass. one of the more merciless noise releases that i have heard in a long long time. from crash and burn segments of full on blast to nearly lifeless crumble to flesh peeling schizo screechings, umpio does it all. one important thing to note is that umpio is only putting the most crushing tracks on this disc. 7 tracks of torture and not a single substandard track in the bunch. the vibe is constant throughout. cold and efficient. you want harsh no nonsense kult finnish noise violence then this is one that you shouldn't miss out on. total sperm shooting surgery, rape, and dismemberment. 
umpio. 'junk electronix vol. I' cd. nekorekords. ahky records.
more finnish gutter rage from umpio. great packaging as this comes in a 7inch sleeve. this one exhibits all the same gritty trademarks as the 'muelas' cd but with just a bit more electronic experiments. this one has more emphasis on beats although some of them are damaged beyond the point of resurrection. still has plenty of face ripping noise though. althought not as set on kill as 'muelas' this is a great dose of glitchy pelvic eroding hate. fucked with and reassembled for your listening displeasure. another banger from umpio. 

doroga. 's/t'. cd. nekorekords.
very kultish ritualistic drone / electro / jazz wanderings. very eerily subdued in a way that isn't unlike the same sort of stuff that sunn0))) does. distant tribal thumpings along with whispery cymbals intermingling with sparse horn work. the 3 tracks on this disc are set up in such a way that there is some severe breathing room between all the instruments. this to me is totally genre defying music. get doomed to oblivion.
rj myato 'utopia or apocalypse'. cdr. no nazi noise.
this right here is some quality p/e meets power violence. short snappy blasts of pissed off skull bouncing rage. one of my biggest gripes is when p/e artists go off and then proceed to go on and on. what you get here is short blasts and the lyrics are fucking killer. this one comes in a dvd case with lyric booklet. total d.i.y. quality. don't miss out on the chance to get your neck broken. awesome stuff.

rj myato 'what time is it, what day is it, where am i?'. cdr. no nazi noise.
damn this one was kind of a let down. after getting totally slayed off of his 'utopia or apocalypse' disc. this one is a 2 tracker with one of them being a live track and the other one a studio track. the live thing sort of just blew by me and didn't really grab me at all. the other track didn't really tug at me neither. unfortunately this one isn't up to the standards set by 'utopia or apocalypse' but how could it. the bar was set super high on that one. this one may come to be known as one for the completists in a few years. for now i say pass on this one and get 'utopia or apocalypse'. yes it is that damn good.

josh lay / teeth collection 'split'. 2 x c32. factotum.
this is a killer set. one side from josh lay. one side from teeth collection. plus 2 complete sides of these two forces collaborating. total bleak purity that commands your immediate attention. incrediblly grim.

peter j. woods. 'fairweather mask'. cd. autumn wind productions.
one of the most versatile artists in the game today. crossing many different subgenres without coming across as contrived or forced. one of wood's best assets is his vocals which are urgent and authoritative and manage to compliment whatever sounds he's blasting at you. from quiet ambient bits to full on harsh noise there is nothing this dude can't do. total dedication to the scene and total dedication to his craft pays off in a big way with this disc.

POTR. 'self titled'. 2x c10. phage tapes.
gruesome harshness that will whip your sorry buttocks with a leather strap. from the high toned crisp ear wax melters to disdainful crackle and blast. it's all here in a dismembered piece of doom. one of tracks features some mournful vokills that are disturbing as well as engaging. total harshness that crosses the borders and fucks with your mind. comes in a killer box. phage tapes wins again motherfuckers.

the blackmoor strangler. 'the mark of m'. c30. hair on my food tapes and records.
the trend continues with yet another artist hurling out vicious harsh wall purity. no way is this a reinvention of the wheel however this is as it should be. side 2 is a real crispy burner. totally heartless. i hate pink. i really fucking do.

teeth collection. 'putridity and liquescence'. c60. black horizons.
holy shit. this is some really scary soundling blackened ambient fog. custom made for a horror film. some really creepy withered tones get issued forth from the tombs of despair and disease. personally speaking this is teeth collection at his absolute best. with every release i have heard i get the feeling that this is an artist who is resolute in his quest for setting a truly unsettling mood. this is a close the the vision as he has gotten thus far. the space is epic and filled to the perfect degree with whispery graveyard tones and crumbly toxic emissions. usually the term 'overplaying' was reserved for traditional music but here is a premiere example of someone who doesn't overplay. perfect pacing and perfect textures. the only other act that i can think of that operates on this level is blue sabbath black cheer. everything on this tape is perfection from sounds to packaging which is incredibly original. teeth collection has set a new standard in noise that the rest of you johnny come latelys have to contend with. good luck on that by the way.
your drugs my money. 'self titled'. 3inch. elyk records.
total low end crumble and hustle. two man operation where they spent time recording organ and moog. they bounced the shit around and toyed with some other gadgets to give you this moaning groaning anguished mess of audio debris. i like the fact that the artists described their process and the devices used. personally i think the scene could use a little more of that sort of thing. while the first track has a somewhat of a one track thought process and didn't really grab me. the second track on the other hand is a great piece of work that has a nice evoloving motif. nothing earth shattering but a good listen nonetheless.
koufar. 'the purity of the cedars'. cd. topheth.
total rage filled power electronics in honor of the middle eastern state of lebanon. this is an absoute ripper that has a very distinct middle eastern flavor and a very political slant. koufar kicks it down harsh and heavy and rarely gives you a break. the track 'forced unity' and 'cowards' are seriously angry with a very 'by any means necessary' vibe. i wouldn't be an expert on middle easter affairs so for me i don't have a good sense of what lebanon's situation is politically but suffice it to say that based on the dedication and urgency of this release koufar is wanting change. a real true blue gut ripper of a release. koufar is a name that is rapidly making waves and if you like p/e then this is a crown jewel right here. 
various artists. 'the horror'. 12x c10. phage tapes.
this here is like the hickory farms cheese and sausage set that your parents get at xmas. 12 goddamned tapes full of pure audio horror. total grindage and hatred from willful, white torture, and baculum. some gristly wall worship and devastating crumble causing your bowels to loosen and shit to fill your panties. you get 9 tapes worth of individual contributions and 3 more tapes of collaborations with the participants. this isn't just the usual wall rage that these dudes are known for, there are varying levels of burnt up / tore up / raped up / sawed apart / harsh disertations. no color. no escape. you know the artists. you know the label. you know this is the real deal. entrails get stomped. assholes get raped. total slaughter.

'floaters.' a short film by jared liebenau.
former pacific northwest noiseician jared liebenau has spent the last few years learning the art of film making. 'floaters' is his first presentation and i must say that it is quite good. the basic premise is a story of an average guy who is slowly being driven nuts by visions caused by eye floaters. his vision is partially obsured and distorted to hallucinogenic levels, causing him a much trouble in terms of being able to interact with others. the film is only 15 minutes long so you may not get the whole gist of the story. this is part of the risk one runs when restricting their story telling efforts to such a short framework. however, this is a visually stunning work and the acting is very natural and realistic. im very happy to see that the former jm ginsberg is finding new avenues of expression and getting great results from it. he is already planning more films and i for one will be eager to see what he comes up with next. personally i hope that he does a sequel to this film so that we can get even deeper into the concept. congratulations jared.






















     

Reviews From Issue #6


dios project. disco! 3 inch. dumpsterscore.
this is a single 15 minute track that starts up as a nice crispy digital drone that is partially interrupted by stabs of harsh crumblers. the mood is hijacked by a thick ever advancing rumble that sounds starved and ready to snuff out all. the ensuing shroud of pure vomit becomes gear getting kicked down the stairs while a swamp of piss waits at the bottom. there appears to be some angry strangulated vocal damage getting hurled out of the morass but they are suffocated quickly and with malicious intent. the track really builds its fortification of ear scraping rattles and thick gravey rage. closing down with a brisk fade out of bad mood dude. i consider this nice trip through several shades of brown and black. good stuff.

izanami's labour pains. daigyakusatsu. 3 inch. dumpsterscore.
holy shit. this kicked off with some violent and screams and movie samples which was disturbing enough on its own. however this quickly went on the offensive with a meanspirited blast of hatred. not just a simple harsh wall but a very multifaceted and layered expanse of sound that changes as fast as your ears can process it. then you get buried under tons of thick deadly boulders of sound. kind of reminds me of killer bug due to the serious delivery of the material. you want to get kicked in the face then start here. fucking sick.

the shock technician 'struck by lightning'. 3 inch. dumpsterscore.
some real high end static and clatter intermingling with swampy hiss bubbling underneath. this is an erratic mess of old school bleeps blips all coated with a glaze of mildewed hash. totally brittle and crispy 2003 styled pedal abuse here but with much more scum layered on the top. recorded live. no overdubs. and no software generated sounds is what the artist proclaims. this is damn good for live and would make for a great live performance perhaps. not alot of that obvious low end rumble on this one but you wont miss it at all. lets see what else the shock technician has up his sleeves on future releases. this is an artist to keep an eye on for certain. 

compoundead. oms havoc. 3 inch. dumpsterscore.
the minute this started playing i was hooked. sounds like field recordings to me but i could be wrong. whatever the case the sounds are very interesting. i hear boots in crunchy snow walking to a factory in the middle of the night. i hear a log burning in a fireplace. i hear life being incinerated. compoundead is a 2 person project that work extraordinarily well together. the placement and pacing of this disc is incredible. i get a very strong blue sabbath black cheer vibe from this disc. there is a really strong sense of dread and forboding that just hangs over this entire piece. this really starts settling into a very heavy drone at around the 14 minute mark and just sweeps you out to sea and you wont be returning. this is nothing short of a haunting epic that comes with my highest recommendations. i need more from this duo.

i died 'instinctively descending'. cdr. dumpsterscore.
eugene oregon's chris gierig a.k.a. i died is easily one of the busiest people in noise today. i believe that he eats. sleeps. eats. and shits noise all hours of the day and night. with 'instinctively descending' i died is dosing you on two extended pieces of his patented echoey yet pulverizing blend of noise and sleazy ambience. as is the case with all of his work it always sounds as if it is straight from the basement and the lights are always off in said basement. the first track is a thoroughly crispy wandering through a cemetary obscured by thick harsh fog and anguished ghosts. then you realize you're just frying balls and you fall down the stairs and smack your head on the concrete floor. track two is a very crumbled and garbled piss of static and scum. some nearly subliminal radio sounds pop in and out of your ears while all around you you're getting buried alive with shovelfuls of kult gloom. some of the lows that get hit on this track are thoroughly ripping and suffocating at the same time. yet another stellar chapter in the i died saga that will have you choking on dirt and high off of brutality. serious fucking damage for your eardrums done with true kvlt intensity and dedication. the stitches get ripped on this one motherfuckers.

aaron dilloway. 'chain shot'. cd. hanson.
one thing that you can always count on with aaron dilloway is that you will get drawn in and before you realize it you will be completely immersed. i believe that dillo is one of the best when it comes to tape loops and manipulations. no origins are betrayed and no answers are given as you are knocked about by some serious lo-fi tape fuckery. you hear the tape stops and starts you can feel the hiss. the loops that get conjured up are hypnotic and addictive and never remain the same for very long. alot of creeping up on you takes place. you know this needs to be part of your collection.  

fuck the retarded girl. 'the dead horse tapes'. cdr. cantankerous records.
perhaps my tastes have changed over the years but when it comes to spastic pedal based chaos i can't sit through a 37 minute track like i used to. i think part of it comes from my notion that i think the whole schizo pedal abuse thing with tons of feedback. bleeps. blips. static. and crackle is sort of passe especially in such a long single track. the second track comes on as a quiet whispery breeze then shifts to a long sample piece of dialogue from a couple that has sex with horses. then track three goes back to pedal violence but in a mercifully shorter eleven minute block. it's not that i hate this disc or this sort of noise but i prefer it in smaller doses. 

dotabata. 'black orchid'. cdr. smell the stench.
some seriously masterful doomy artistry. not far removed from such experimental big timers such as sunn0))) or earth but far more deadly than either. when the guitars aren't being wrung out of every last iota of life there are other ways to drone and doom along. there is so much droney fog and noisy pilled out sorrow that just manages to elevate this to epic genius levels. this pretty much sinks down as low and as raunchy as i have ever heard and dredges up some very hideous feelings. blackened lo-fi kvlt scum meeting some truly anguished beauty. this is one of the best releases i have ever heard in the doom drone game and i believe that dotabata is going to have his cold dead hands full trying to top 'black orchid' because i dont think anyone else can. 

new miracle force. 'space debris'. cdr. cantankerous records.
sci-fi gloom and doom from this three piece unit. long extended suites of some seriously deep spacey drones and stoned guitar incantations accompanied by sparse percussion. the recording sounds very raw with just enough of a dirty film to keep things mysterious and primitive. here again is another new combo that i am hearing for the first time and being very pleased that people are keeping it truly underground while trying to capture the mysteries of space and the unknown. very good disc. my only criticism would be in the drums department. although the percussion rarely kicks in but when it does i almost wish it wouldn't. despite this i would still love to hear more from this group.     

interlard. 'scrape'. cdr. cantankerous records.
desolate pounding and hateful. completely blown out filthy death marches. the soundtrack to a brutal rape. imagine godflesh with no vocals and all the gear is completely fucked up and hurling out crackling hatred. the tracks are long and hypnotic and have a very cold vibe. i really like this disc alot. a bad trip to be certain.

reaching. 'art thieves'. cdr. cantankerous records.
first off: make sure the paint is dry on the disc before you put it in a sleeve. i managed to get it out without tearing the cover up but i know some of you feel my pain right? what we get here is some standard issue harsh noise with an undercurrent of tone buried beneath. actually the first track is a nice steady pleasant tone that isn't completely overtaken by harshness at all. but of the three tracks on this disc two of them are largely crumbly pieces with some lower broke down drones and fragmented lows. sporadic moments of color in the form of rudimentary musical tones but mainly obscured beneath a rough hewn layer of droney harshness. by and large this is a decent release from a fantastic label. if there is more to come from reaching i will be there for the listenings.   
     
bbblood / reaching. 'split'. cdr. no label listed.
two artists who both tread the harsh path. two tracks from bbblood and three from reaching. both seem to understand that you can be harsh without going apeshit crazy on the pedals. all the tracks consist of shifting levels of harsh textures that teeter on the brink of full on feedback and squeal. everything is tightly controlled and manipulated and remains solid throughout. a very good listen from two harsh heads who refuse to appologize for their art.worthy stuff.

d/a a/d. 'catholic bed death'. cdr. dumpsterscore.
you wake up bound and gagged in a dark room and sunlight never seems to come. you are taunted by your captor. night never ends. this disc is a true horror soundtrack simply because each of the four tracks reeks off anxiety and dread. there is something dark looming in each track that never reveals itself yet comes in taunting waves of synthy drone and filthy black shadows of static gloom. this is what black noise is to me. i dont give a fuck what anyone else defines it as. this is a top notch release full to capacity of creepy and unsettling nothingness. this disc gets the gene symptoms seal of approval. drop some acid and put yourself on a bad trip just because.

various artists. 'modern language'. tape. snapped in half.
andrew coltrane. head boggle. demons. angel of decay. envenomist. pulse emitter. carlos giffoni. oneohtrix point never. d/a a/d. and spine scavenger all kicking down a track each for this synth themed comp. based on the lineup alone you know you should have this in your collection. each one of these artists knows exactly how to operate their gear. when done correctly you can be taken to the farthest regions of space to the deepest pit of hell. from euphoria to despair and all points in between. from new agey meditations to sinister drones this compilation has it all. if you dont have this i suggest you get it. 

holographic beast. 'perpetual filth'. c-40. know/care sounds.
i am extremely impressed with the tracks on this tape. holographic beast clearly understands that there's a fine line between pulverizing audio damage and epic contemplative experimentations. when it is done right the results can be astoundingly good. this has the perfect amount of brutality and sublimity. beautiful tone excursions scrambled up by cold hearted thunder and sadistic crunch. when your aren't having some vulgar clods of graveyard dirt dumped on you there will be moments where you are getting swept away. this is some true pacific northwest experimentation that will get plenty of air time on your cassette deck. serious dark and intriguing listening for the true noise fiends. get this or get fucked.

andreas brandal. 'blood will be poured out into the dust.' c-20. phage tapes.
heavy duty blackened ambience setting a very unsettling mood. very dark and very well executed tonal displays. not so much on the harsh side of things as one might expect from phage tapes but still a great ear full of half dead ambient sounds. side two has some acoustic guitar creeping in from the shadows to add extra weight to the proceedings. although side two is well played and expertly assembled i really believe that the track on side one is pure black nightmare fuel and as good a reason as any to snag this tape up and puff on some greenery then zone out in hell. 

invertebrate. 'extermination procedures'. c-20. phage tapes.
although jared liebenau has moved away from creating noise and is now heavily into making films i still found that anytime there was a new invertebrate or rotted brain release i felt i needed to hear it. he along with i died are two of the most improved noise artists of the last 5-6 years. never resting on laurels and always ready to perfect on previous ideas. what you get here from invertebrate is a really sludgy mess of oppressive rumble and a disdainful yet thin layer of static. this in some respects could be considered wall noise but it is almost too textured and layered to garner that designation. suffice it to say 'extermination procedures' is a fucking beatdown of harsh ideas and cruel noise. side two goes even further out with some monolithic rumbling accompanied by a wave of withering death frequencies. there is a slim possibility that im hearing some pulverized vokills struggling to survive in the chaos but i could be wrong. it really doesn't matter because this is a thoroughly crippling painful fuck of a ride. northwest represent.

werewolf jerusalem / the slasher is the sex maniac 'among the killing'. c-20. phage tapes.
with werewolf jerusalem you get some filthy low budget true kult texas styled ear murder. a deliberately methodical attack of sick fucking homicidal pervert harshness that will leave puncture wounds. blisters. and tattered panties. the slasher is a sex maniac dishes out some seriously ailing frequency destroying unpleasantries. someone is fucking and sucking but you wont ever know for sure because it is torn up and rendered a pulpy raped out mess. a very focused split between two projects that keep it diseased and depraved. walls turned into shit but you'll take it or else because you are a piece of shit noise whore. phage tapes is a label worthy of support and respect for keeping things brutal and in your fucking face. 

emaciator. 'neglect'. c-46. monorail trespassing.
according to the minimalist liner notes contained on the inside cover it says that 'neglect' was recoded in fits of panic and anxiety. personally i couldn't agree more as there is a very palpable sense of being ill at ease. very flat and glib rumblings and layers of gray floating across the desolate bulldozed plains. even as side two shows a small glimmer of positivity in some reflective musical leanings the lingering sense of despair is all too powerful and eventually things go dark again. if you are familiar with emaciator's work then this is a classic that i was lucky enough to swoop down on. this would be perfect for pill popping on a dreary day.

emaciator 'whitewash/days without fear'. c-60. self released.
this is the debut tape from 2004 and somehow i managed to scoop up a bunch of rare and out of print emaciator stuff from someone a while back [cant remember who....sorry]. and while this has probably been reviewed several times already for me this is my first time hearing it. so fuck you it's new to me and i have thoughts about it. this is the sound of complete ruin. anguished feedback and oppressive lows getting completely fucking mangled and turned inside out. emaciator to me is all about the gloom and it manifests itself in some of the most disfunctional brittle semi-drones and pulverized noise that i have ever heard. things are allowed to operate and are paced in a way that is clearly about feeling rather than by random. so gloriously dead sounding. you shoot heroin and it feels good to you. you dont care if you live or die. your soundtrack plays beckoning waves of devastated primitive despair. 

wapstan. wild stars and fighting saints'. c-30. phage tapes.
this tape is 30 minutes of intense listening. heavy layered drones and synthy movements moving at a glacier's pace. you want some serious experimental listening then you need to hear this. fucking haunted and impactful. one of the best wapstan releases i have heard and another stellar example of why phage tapes is one of the best underground labels in the united states.

ikteka. 'scenes of gore.' c-62. phage tapes.
pure unadulterated drudgery and savagery from ohio's resident hnw specialist. getting drug down a gravel road by your ankles. let there be no doubt that there is no escape and no reprieve. no ambient breakdown sections no mongoloid pedal spasms no fucking frills. for the serious harsh heads only. ikteka makes harsh walls that are suffocating and punishing. guaranteed to give grand masters such as the rita and vomir a run for their money. deadly material.

teeth collection + plasmic formations / phosphene form. 'split'. c-62. phage tapes.
i love when i press play on a tape and i am immediately drawn in. sometimes it's difficult to determine what's going on in a piece but it's always fun to try and guess. with this collaboration: teeth collection and plasmic formations create some very interesting ambient music that is equal parts light and dark. their two tracks are deep and have just enough basement hiss to give off a very strange low budget sci-fi soundtrack vibe. both artists work very well together and have managed to create a very interstellar setting for your joint rolling exucrsions while staring at your black light posters. phosphene form kicks down a single track of some gritty rips and tears. some low rider farts accompanied by dead frequencies other sonic litter. somewhat cut up and riddled with stops starts and those moments where it sounds like something is falling off the shelf and breaking. stuff getting pounded on in rooms both near and far. sounds like it was recorded back in the 70's. total echoed out gutter noise that makes me wish i was smoking a cigarette for some reason. so scattered and messy but in a really good way. a great split with much to hear from both projects. 

teeth collection. 'object of metal and tape'. cassette. factotum tapes.
creepy warehouse death. metal is obviously the medium of choice and it is used with quite stunning results. from minimalist nearly silent passages to chaos heavy topplings and thrashings all with a hint of underground sleaze that gives this an extra bit of gnarl. an intriguing extended trip through a very dark and unsettling world. you wont be able to put your finger on it but it will still provide a great listen. 

demonologists / teeth collection. 'split'. c-60. hung like a horse.
teeth collection kicks things off with a thich drizzling of thick static and crumble combined with blasting piss heat and urinal wind. some severe stitch ripping action and a deep undercurrent of bad intentions abounds. towards the end it goes into more mellow [fucking word sucks] territory but no less disturbing. the demonologists side is a serious cloud of graveyard stench and brutal blackened harshness that just keeps blasting you in the face. a sick session that manages to straddle the line of ugly and beautiful while melting your eardrums and letting your brains seep out. this split is a worthy addition to your collection no matter how you slice it. i will however give the slimmest edge to demonologists just for the sheer ferocity. however teeth collection brings a high standard in the melding of harsh and ambience. killer.

wretched worst. 'bleeder'. c-31. husk records.
when i hear something that has equal parts experimental. brutal. noisy. and musical in a deeply absurd way you can goddamned rest assured that im gonna like it. rudimentary rhythm poundings. menacing bass. anguished vokills not too far removed from those of david yow. and gritty noise chirps and feedback squeals it is as close to a perfect fuck you in audio form as you can get. it manages to stay together all while slowly morphing into some serious knuckle dragging crap. side two is a really slow doomer that is just as filthy and out there as side one. some real trashy snuffed out vokills and a repetitive bass line keep you in the zone as the rhythm is like nails getting pounded into wood. the second track on side two is even more slow and dying than the previous one. reminds me of gg allin if he was doing music in his coffin ala 'suicide sessions'. if andre the giant ran on dead batteries. shitty cymbals rule. this is a beautiful piece of shit.

the cysts. 'public release' 7inch. eolian records.
i have been looking forward to this motherfucker ever since it's eminent release was anounced many months ago. this slab includes 5 tracks of tuneless blasts of hardcore with short bouts of sludge. the mess that these dudes manage to create is filled with cynicism and good old fashioned portland oregon styled anger. does that make sense? probably not but those who know know. the A side has 4 tracks of trashy hardcore that doesn't let up. james is a master lyricist. the singalong bits are full of gang violence. the B side is a single track that is more mid tempo but still as mind eroding as the fast stuff. if you like your hardcore straight from the basement and blowing up your speakers then you will love this killer slice of portland art-core. teeth rotting glory.

gone to croatoan. 'they'. 7inch. eolian records.
huh? this 7 had me wondering what hit me. 2 piece combo of drums along with bass / vokills. spastic blasts of atonal grind and brutal free jazz and experimental skronk. the music is constantly eerie while at times being creepily quiet and other times acting as a hammer to the side of your head. the vokills range from throat slashing screams to normally sung bits and smarmy falsettos. short songs filled with twists and turns along with some serious heaviness to further cave your head in. 8 tracks in total so you get a nice overview of what this portland based cadre is all about and it isn't pretty but when it comes to experimental art brutality i really dont think any other label is doing it better than eolian. where's the fuckin label showcase? another crushing banger from the eolian team. hails.

city of churches. 'memelust.' 7inch. eolian records.
holy fucking fuck. countless short blasts of pure fucking rage. grind attack at it's absolute best. short sweet and to the fucking point. a hit and run fuck of grinder hell. this is the kind of shit that goes so good with a case of beer and a bag of weed. if you are a fan of grind in the vein of anal cunt, 7minutes of nausea, or old napalm death then this will be right up your alley and straight up your ass. fucking non-stop blasting that will leave you in a tangled heap with your hi-fi set up busted into a million pieces on the other side of the room. hell is here motherfuckers get the beatdown of your fucking life. the f-word appeared 8 times in this review.

bbblood / al qaeda 'split'. 7inch. trans-dimensional sushi.
one thing i can say right off the bat is that bbblood is really starting come into his own. his track is a crispy heat blast that just starts chewing you up feet first then by the time it gets to your chest it stops so that you can hear the funereal ambience that beckons you to the other side. in my opinion it is his best work yet. the al qaeda side is some serious meditative drone accompanied by sparse guitar lingerings. eventually things start to pick up with some bubbly interruptions that add to the proceedings. the layers are damn thick which gives this a nice foundation for the guitar and other sounds to meander about. really good stuff from both. 

emaciator. 'reflection'. 2 x lp. acidie records.
this sparsely decorated sleeve is home to a double lp full of empty gestures and creepy drone savagery. some very heavy layers and mysterious depths hiding just beneath a brittle foggy veneer. i hear operatic sounds mournfully howling as they are buried under pure kvlt audio filth on the tracks 'reflection' and 'reflection two' which bookend this set. starting out gentle and lulling and by the end of each side you are drowning and suffocating. there are some very bleak tones and dark rumblings on the track 'dishonesty' which kept me held fast in a hypnotic gaze. as is the case with most of the emaciator material i have heard the sounds can sometimes get so crumbly that it is nothing short of crippling. winds gently float by are quickly replaced by jet engines going off in your ear all delivered with a craftsman's touch with an understanding of the aural equivalent of malaise. emaciator is the master of the withering doomy layers of depressive oppression. you're dying all the time.  

gx-jupitter larsen 'big time crash bang 2008' lp. rrr.
if ever an album title was more fitting. it is only in dreams where automobile crashes happen over and over in succession without stopping. gx has melded together the violence and horror of an auto wreck complete with screeching tires and mangling of metal and the tornado of glass that accompanies them. to give the proceedings a further haunting dimension there is a very anxiety laden foggy tone that just seems to hover above the fray. flip this fucker over and you get even more metallic pummelings and wreckings where no one survives. this one has a thicker fog that hangs around but it isn't as steeped in nightmare fuel as the A side. a thoroughly engaging listen from one of america's true noise heroes and legends. get in the car baby. 

emaciator. 'coveting'. lp. not not fun records.
five seriously dismal yet beautiful wanderings. dense droney fog and emotive tones intermingling with each other. the guitar interludes when the instrument is allowed to be in its natural yet primitive state is an added touch that only enhances the overwhelming depression and despair that creeps up into your brain like gloomy fumes. there seems to be more emphasis on the more heartfelt side of the drone as there are some very nice pieces that manage to let you drift into a morose oblivion. the track 'no one will ever know' is such a perfect melding of sound and song writing. throughout the duration of this album i kept picturing being out on a river at sunset floating slowly and staring up into the blueish pink sky. life flashes before my eyes. memories like snapshots long gone. birds fly overhead. night is approaching. this album is nothing short of a masterpiece that should be in your collection. ominous beauty. 

lame prey. 's/t'. 3 inch. dumpster score home recordings.
some fairly run of the mill yet furious material from this pennsylvania based duo. this is my first exposure to this project. while the first few tracks have quite a bit of punch the further along it went it just didn't maintain the power. alot of harsh rumble crackle and bursts of feedback along with some venomous vokill attacks is the overall theme. their inclusion of some pre-recorded samples doesn't enhance things. i will say that this is a good introduction from this project and i'm certain that future outings will have the gritty power that is merely hinted at on this release.

various artists. 's.m.e. mixtape vol. 3'. c-60. soccer mom ebonics.
remember the good old days of tape trading where you would kick down a tape of your favorite stuff that you knew your friends hadn't ever heard of? well the fine folks at soccer mom ebonics haven't forgotten the fine art of the mix tape. there are 20 different artists on this cassette and they run the gamut from acoustic folky stuff, to some nu-ish metal type thrash, to noise, to raver core and all points in between. the unfortunate thing is that most of it isn't all that good. this is a shame since there are some quality artists to be found here i.e. sparkle girl. syphillis sauna. algiers. and black ops. the opening track from the ghost of kyle bradford is a great track and well worth a listen if you like some semi mopey acoustic pop. while the majority of the material from the other artists is lackluster i do appreciate the variety and the different genres represented. the old school hiss that ran along with the tuneage was a very cool and unintentional nod to the tape trading days of old. i would really like to hear the other volumes of this series so if anyone has them send them on over. not so great on this go around but i do appreciate the concept..

sparkle girl. 'tanked'. c-60. soccer mom ebonics.
one thing i know for certain about this seattle crue is that they get some of the most interesting and engaging sounds. from deep hums and drones to field recordings to out and out dadaist convulsions and feedback blasts. 'tanked' keeps things on the dark side. i got a really sinister vibe off the tracks they had on offer. long walks down gravel roads that are frozen and frosty in the dead of night while not quite sure if you're losing your mind or just dreaming. i need to see how these dudes do business when it comes to the recording sessions as everything is tightly assembled yet free to move and morph from place to place. the faces change but the frown is still the same. another great one from this authentically northwest noise / art twosome.

corephallism. 's/t'. 3inch. lascivious aesthetics / apop records.
a black wave of cancerous revenge. extreme ambient meets horror movie soundtrack. track two made me jump out of my seat with it's creepy yet unassuming intro and instantly loud mangled frequency hailstorm. when all is silent you are left with the mournful sobbing of a girl off in the distance. fucking sick. someone needs to die while listening to this. total suicide ambience and self mutilating noise. short but highly recommended for the sheer death that oozes from the speakers. 

regosphere. 'into the deep red'. 3inch. fragment factory.
absolute genius plain and simple. with each successive regosphere release the level of craftsmanship increases by leaps and bounds. the level of control that andy has on this 3 inch is enough to convince me that regosphere belongs among the elite in the world of synth based music. dedicated to the work of itallian horror master dario argento and holy shit does it ever show as regosphere lays out some incredible soundscapes that are filled with dread and anxiety. layered expertly and controlled to perfection. track two 'eyes in the closet' is one of the best synth based pieces i have ever heard. if you have yet to discover the work of regosphere then i am commanding you to get in contact with fragment factory and get this 3inch. this is so good that i can't imagine how andy will top it on future releases but i am curious to hear him try.    

obozdur / i died. ' fire shit and sacred face'. tape. black and purple.
although the fall of communism opened the former soviet union up to the world, the noise scene to me is one of the most mysterious and least exposed in the world. thanks to the efforts of chris gierig and his black and purple label we get a great glimpse into the russian noise scene. obozdur delivers a lo-fi dose of ear scouring kvlt noise that manages to bury itself under a mountain of pummeling static and thunderous audio crust. no refinement. no finesse. just pure old school sleaze. eugene oregon stalwart i died unearths some disgusting, loud as fuck cemetary violence. keeping things true and primitive, i died's track is a devastating demonstration of his ever darkening grimness. thunderous harsh blasts and hellish wall segments. im going to go on the record and say that this is the strongest material i have yet heard from i died. this is a great split that says 'fuck you' right to your fucking face. while many claim to be harsh, they are merely blowing smoke up the public's collective asses. to me it is artists such as obozdur and i died that are going out there and putting their disgust on tape and beating your fucking asses thoroughly. fuck the imitators, because it doesn't get much more true than this.   

earth incubator / i died. 'ursid'. tape. black and purple.
i died from eugene oregon teams up with another russian based artist in an attempt to outkvlt the competition. russian noise head earth incubator lays down the law with a wall of devastating rumble and crackle while delving into some cut up segments of tightly chopped pedal stop and starts and gritty volume swells. while track two is some of that digitech flanger stylee turned up loud and allowed to blow some tinny breeze in your ears. gets really spacey all while maintaining the requisite tornado of  grit and grime that is a russian stylistic hallmark [at least to my ears]. some old school eastern european noise: archaic, extremely lo-fi, and grim. i died kicks some live aktion down for you with some tracks that appear to straddle the line between his earlier works and his more currently blackened approach. there is a bit of chirpy campiness on this first track interlaced with some severe frequency damage that goes low as low can go. while i have always found i died's early material to be consistently interesting i feel that it is his work from the last year or two that is really showing the true potential. this manages to bridge the gap between where he was and where he is now which is a remarkable leap to be certain. i think what makes his current work so appealing is that it has all the atmospherics and venom without the wackiness that sort of defined the early stuff. on the second track, i died really tosses your sorry ass out with the trash and lets you have it with both barrels. severe kvlt darkness and some seriously fucked up drags scrapes stabbings and sluggish frequency ruminations. cruddy to the tenth power bitch, and i mean that in a good way.

i died. 'abyssal plain'. c-20. black and purple.
some more grim noise from i died. while this tape needs to be cranked up to get the full dose you need it should serve as a reminder that i died is getting into some seriously heavy territory these days. this was recorded in 2007 which i consider to be i died's year where he trimmed the fat and got down to some serious kvlt business. the A side is a blackened slab of vibrating tones that are brittle and scraping the bottom. the B side is another dead excursion to the ocean depths where you drowning is a very real possibility. the thick gritty tones ride deep and stay firmly rooted. the vibrations are nervous and methodical. another killer from i died. keep 'em coming brother.

i died / oubliette. 'split'. tape. black and purple.
blast off courtesy of i died. flanged out jet engine burning a hole in your ear drums and rattling your brain stupid while upper level snake charmer feedback cuts through the crispy rumble and thick hatred like a hot knife through butter. the over the top flange attack reaches near absurd levels and nearly ruins his track but it fails to compete with the barbaric foundation crumbling detonations that are conjured up. southern kvlt leader oubliette dredges up some serious basement disgrace with his two tracks. zombified pissy hiss and harsh southern sweat dripping from every pore with a distant melee of feedback and gutter frequencies. sounds like it was recorded live with no overdubs as it has this unhinged quality that you just can't get when you plan things out too much. shit is going on but you can't see through the cobwebs and pitch black to figure out what it is. suffice it to say, it's not pretty. it is possible that oubliette makes some of the most disgusting primitive noise in the business. gritty, creative, and weird just as it should be.    


rj myato. 'reporductive rights'. tape. black and purple.
two extended pieces that are brutally harsh and full of twists and turns. lo-fi pedal abuse that rides when it needs to and clusterbombs all over the place when it needs to. lots of deadly rattle rumble feedback and some savage bowel wrecking low end with some dwindling spectral crispiness here and there. nothing that a ton of artists haven't already done but still a decent enough listen. i dig the fact that black and purple is releasing material from lesser known artists and giving them an opportunity to show off their wares. good tape. 

hunting rituals. 'bear eater'. tape. poor little music.
a very interesting listen. some odd distant hiss and hum. here again is one of those projects where i would love to see what's going on as the material is being created. in some respects this reminds me of oubliette where there is a basement vibe that gives the listener something to explore. side one has a some really damaged wind instruments i.e. recorder and saxophone but done in such a fucked up way that it creates a nice creepy mood. hunting rituals is a unique mix of lo-fi pieces that are gritty and wierd. definitely a project on the rise. 

ghost food. 's/t'. tape. wintage records and tapes.
how in the hell does on catagorize this sort of thing? thin whispy tic-toc rhythms and mutilated horn playing with an anxious undercurrent just hanging out like a cig smoking delinquent. total c.b. radio on crack vocalizations interspersed with haranguing feedback spikes. the B side goes in a different direction with quiet machine hummings that pick up slightly in amongst the artificial breathing and rising temperature. circuits are gently sizzling. two vastly differing sides on one tape. there must be something in the water up there in canada.

rob michalchuk / fossils. 'split'. tape. middle james company.
on rob michalchuk's side, he unfurls a ragged dark current of low notes being drug around like a rag doll. distant anguished highs and a down and dirty stream of brown piss. claustrophobic and grim. with fossils you know you're going to get a dose of the unusual. i am not disappointed as they proceed to clean out the closet in your ears and leaves it to you to figure out what's going on. sounds like stuff being dumped into a bucket. then dumped on the floor while you stand outside the room and wonder about it with a tape recorder in your hand. fossils is one of the most interesting projects going as it always maintains its mysterious aura while constantly challenging the listener with unique loops and taped shenanigans. if you don't know about either of these projects then this would be as good a place as any to start. not completely essential but a nice overview nonetheless.

various artists. 'tiger bar, toronto ont. may 20th 2007 live'. dvd. poor little music.
ghost food. women in tragedy. disguises. and magik markers kicking down the live aktions for your viewing pleasure. ghost food starts off the proceedings with saxaphone and pedal workouts delivering some interesting pseudo ambient sounds. a decent demonstration of what ghost food is about, but im sure that there have been better performances, as this one seemed a bit spotty. one man project women in tragedy conjures up some seriously morose funeral / wedding sounds and then goes off on some vocal hysterics and then back towards the ambience albeit in a more devastated form via casio keyboard and pedal line. a very well constructed set and a great mix of music and massacre and by the conclusion the crowd is thick and well into stuff. disguises is a 'band' that refuses to play its instruments but would rather make racket with them. drums / guitars / dude bangin on a piece of sheet metal who also picks up a guitar. some weird sounds to be found but sometimes this sort of thing just pisses me off especially when it just turns into cord hum and little else. when the vocals kick in they are the scream your head off variety. their set is dumb. i have to admit there are times when i really don't have the patience for people who go up on stage and do this freeform shit. then some asshole gets up and reads some bullshit story as a sort of time killer. then for the main event we get magik markers who do a 2 person guitar / drummer thing. long extended tunes with beats and some piss poor guitar playing. although i will admit that there are some moments where it seems like things are flowing pretty good but then it immediately degenerates back into tuneless wankery. i dont know if this is intended to be taken seriously or if this is just for fun but either way it needs to be kept away from a stage. but.....the crowd seems to enjoy this so who am i to say what's good. anyhow this goes on for entirely too long as it concludes near the one hour mark. im going to say that while this may have been fun for the artists and the attendees who were there, this wasn't as good for me to watch. the saviours on this are ghost food and women in tragedy who completely kills it. anyone following his set was fucked no matter what.