robert turman / aaron dilloway 'split' tape. hanson.
tape manipulation and rearrangement that is both creepy and campy. dont let the absurdity put you off though because robert turman has created a disturbing yet smoothly executed collage of old supsense film music conversation and a haunted stale breeze to tie it all together. very bad dream like in the best possible way. aaron dilloway's side is a great piece of degenerative racket with starving pigs feasting on a drum line in katmandu and then the black fog rolls in and starts eating away at your trailer park leaving only a crumbling skeleton of white trash industry and innovation then the credits roll. fun tape with lots of twists and turns.
teeth collection 'self titled' 3inch. FTAM.
deep dark cavernous and cold wanderings. extremely bleak and staring right through you until there isn't anything left except oblivion. this is the sound of bad luck setting in and your life turning that unecessary corner where everything becomes hopeless.
captivity 'addendum' 3inch. FTAM.
two man outfit creating a powerful epic dreamscape. drums guitars and some non distracting noises coming together in a reflective and contemplative outing. lush and intriguing chapters that show the possibilities of music by actually exploring sound as it relates to mood on the three pieces presented here. hypnotic rock and noise for the pill poppers pot heads and cough syrup afficionados. fantastic work from a band that i must hear more of. a full length release would benefit this band greatly.
rape-x 'false' cd. at war with false noise.
i put this disc on with some high expectations. pretty much everything that i have ever heard from this label is brutal as fuck. this is a p.e. styled attack that at first listen kind of had me bummed out and thinking it was kind of dumb. now i think im hooked on it since this is about the fourth or fifth time ive spun this disc. this dude is pissed off and dont give a fuck what you think. he also doesn't use the noise as a cage to hide behind but as a very tense weapon to further his fucked up rants of violence and depravity. some extended noise sections keep things multi faceted and moving along. if you dig gettin yelled at while power tools operate in some bitch's crotch then this is for you. brutal caustic and mean spirited as all p.e. should be. take me to the crackhouse.
ghast / rape-x 'split' cd. obskure sombre records.
you are dead and in hell. ghast lulls you to endless slumber with deep and deadly tones. no hope no escape no choice. on their second track they bring out the doom and gloom with some drum machine and evil intentions. ghast has some work ahead of them and if they can somehow bring their atmospherics and their doom closer together they could become big time players in the gloom sweepstakes. rape-x spits in your fucking face and taunts society just because he can. p.e. hatred done right. when it comes to genres i generally dont go for the p.e. stuff but rape-x manages to drive a knife through my head so that the wind can rush through. this dude is the new public enemy number one. lock the man up before he takes his rage out on someone for real.
grasslung / pulse emitter 'split' cd. phaser prone.
the 3 tracks on this split cd are the exact thing i long for in experimental music. much like painting it oftentimes isn't what you put on the canvas but what you leave out. two highly skilled synth masters working with their own expansive and seemingly universal canvas. both artists know how to fill the space without cluttering it up with nonsense. the negative space in the 3 pieces here is almost as crucial as the sounds that they lay down. pure listening pleasure. 2 of the genres absolute best on this must have split. oblivion never sounded so beautiful. perfection of the highest order.
wire werewolves 'bloodletting promotional demo 07' cd.
from out of the fog comes 2 frostbitten vampires. 2 piece drum machine propelled black death metal. plenty of coffin pounding blasts along with the death metal breakdowns and double bass throbbing underneath keeps everything moving along. fucking grim screams from off in the distance beckon you to take a piss within the pentagram. the necrotic tones courtesy of hive mind only enhance the power of the gloomy magik being unleashed. take a drink from the chalice and wash down your pills fucker for you are eternally doomed. will rahmer cries as he is beheaded. satan is pleased once more.
warmth 'original warmth' cd. turgid animal.
this is what will be playing in your head as you leave your body. equal parts nightmarish and spiritual. this duo manages to create such incredibly ominous and beautiful soundscapes that it is almost unbelievable that this was created by humans at all. beyond 'noise' beyond music. the compositions on here are masterful and otherworldly. this is a rewarding listen that exemplifies what art is capable of.
N 'life' cd. dumpster score recordings.
the itallians know a thing or two about noise no doubt about it. this release is no exception whatsoever. crunchy crumbly drones and fucked up ambient torture. sounds clashing with each other and competing for your ear. some really withered and dredged out bottom end that drags you about like a piece of nothing. keyboard tones that howl in your ear before you get hit over the head with a thorough mess of shit. dive in a your own peril and come face to face with ambient's mongoloid twin. get ready to take your hearing test pizza face.
murder book 'misery collection' cdr. turgid animal.
black and greyish murky drones and tones from britain's own noise specialist george proctor. so unassuming that you easily get lured in and then slowly ground up into a fine powder when you least expect it. a foggy steamroller of pure evil. this disc is an extremely long and numbing journey that will most assuredly fuck your life up.
murder book 'sozguv' tape. turgid animal.
another grimey chapter of true death under mysterious circumstances. despite this tape only being one sided it is still some of the most engaging sounds i have ever heard. totally thick and disgusting. hate yourself. drop fucking dead. leave a note for mom saying that she should blame herself and murder book.
rei rea 'kiloton assault' cdr. slut factory records.
lazy half dead drum machine sounds and some guitar drone and hum. feedback here. little bit of noise there. not exactly certain of what this project is driving at seeing as how there is some conflicting styles. in spite of that there are some definite worthy moments on here. track four features the most fearsome guitar tone ive ever heard. earth and burzum are the first bands that came to mind whilst listening. dont know what the fuck that means but hey. get this for track four alone.
baby daddy 'hungry hungry nipple' cdr. slut factory records.
harsh noise assault. static laden mess with an undercurrent of drowsy pilled out rumble. alot of squealin beeps blips and gas leaks but this disc is fully dominated by the thick rattle of pedals taking black tar dumps in your ears. you like to get shit on by noise then here you go. no earth shattering noise revelations here but solid nonetheless.
iron bitchface 'righteous muscles' cdr. slut factory records.
what the fuck is this? drum machine. samples. keyboard stuff. hissy static. really bad vocals. then at the 6 minute mark they kick you in the balls. iron bitchface is going to go down in history as one of the best of the worst. one track that is eleven minutes long. run the gauntlet of stupidity. fucking weirdos.
vomir 'proanomie' cd/cdr. at war with false noise.
france's most deadly assassin of noise unloads this monstrosity of nothingness. 2 discs. 2 tracks. no titles. no weakness. total oblivion. here is an artist that truly embodies the dead corpse of harsh wall noise. this is unanimated and lifeless. this is the audio version of a coma. a must have masterpiece that will leave you in a dilapidated heap.
oubliette 'collection: volume one' cdr. nurse tapes.
17 tracks of destitute tape manipulation machine fuckery field recordings and feedback all done without the use of digital equipment. if you are a fan of oubliette's bad dream piss the bed deranged schizophrenic cut and paste style then this collection is a brutal yet necessary piece to the puzzle. the early stuff on display here in all of its howling chopped up blood splattered b-movie glory. totally punishing southern insanity.
murder book 'revenge initiation' tape. turgid animal.
very few artists dig as low as george proctor when it comes to dredging up the most oppressive drones. take a fat hit off the smouldering cloud of nerve gas. this is hell. this is nothingness. get erased by your own anxiety.
murder book / the rita 'split' tape. turgid animal.
on the a side you get more soul evaporating and mentally taxing thickness that just rolls over you slowly. and on the b side you get the total harsh burial courtesy of the rita. two great illnesses that go great together. get fucking sick. no mercy here.
hive mind 'eidolic & opaque' tape. tone filth.
hollow claustrophobic drones that will smother you into nothing. let it be known that in the cut throat world of noise hive mind keeps his blade sharp. this is an essential dose of audio dope. share your wash with a friend and fall apart.
regosphere 'thorn in my side' tape. turgid animal italian division.
one of portland's most dynamic artists. very anxious sounding mid range tone with a dog frequency on the top while a rhythmic pulse lasers its way in and out of the foundation. on the flip you get a paper slicer decapitating the heads off of ghosts while a crowd stands by gasping in shock. regosphere just keeps getting better with each new release.
the fit 'self titled' recycled tape. dumpster score.
the speakers were blown out and the mic was hot when this experiment was put together. first off there is a thrash metal type song on here that just does not fit with the rest of the material so i will just pretend it wasn't on here at all. a ramshackle 'band' some guitar drones and feeds.some drums here and there. alot of looped noise. the static is thick. the feedback is ever present and always threatening to spill out like a hot shit. this tape is a fucking mess. id say this is a so so release. lets see what this one man band comes up with next. some good material on here just not enough of it.
david payne 'feedback #47' tape. poor little music.
one of ontario's more prolific artists deliver's this lo fi and low key outing. several segments of incognito sounds ranging from upper frequency blurts and waves to some lower hums and buzzes. deep into the b-side you get some musical experimentation ala smegma and some hip hop fuckery as well. ever present is the background hiss of air in the room. things are stagnant in a pleasant way. i appreciate the idea that people can just do things just to do them with little regard to what is currently in fashion. this is a patchwork of sound that will make your smoke out sessions all the more enjoyable. someone opens a door during the recording of this tape i swear.
autoerotic asphyxiation / rob michalchuk 'split' tape. poor little music.
the sound you hear while spending a night alone in the woods. autoerotic asphyxiation does an amazing job of building up an intense sort of anxiety ridden thickness that maintains atmosphere and inpenetrable darkness. this is the very definition of black noise especially when the anguished yet enraged vokills rise from the fog. rob michalchuk's side also conjures up a thick heaving mass of sound that is thoroughly grim. his use of vokills is more buried beneath the rubble but no less deadly. this cassette comes with my highest recommendations for its blackened gloom. totally killer.
mike khoury & will soderberg 'vol. v: zombie broadcast system' tape. poor little music.
this collaboration has interesting moments. unfortunately as time goes on i have less sympathy for beeps blips and what i term star trek noise. this cassette does have moments of total genius but it lacks focus. the use of violin especially during the less blippy moments is fantastic as it wheezes and lazily creeps in and out of frame. when things stray outside of the ordered areas im unimpressed. however there is some great music to be heard on here. im requesting a more focused outing for next time though. this should be easy to pull off since the talent is easily apparent.
i died 'hellacious argument' tape. poor little music.
more and more im coming to the conclusion that you just can't go wrong with anything from i died. this has some of his most disturbing stuff to date. there is vocalizing on the b side that is so distressed and trapped under a layer of ice or dirt that it bugs me. totally suffocated and losing hope. i died continues on his own personal noise journey. onward into oblivion my friend.
ferveur noire 'collection' cd. breathing problem productions.
a full on direct dose of some very troubled and dark noise from the grim lands of texas. harsh and unyielding yet has moments of quiet lurching death creeping under the sheets and into her panties. some monstrous wall action peppered with some hateful pedal abuse. serious crumble with collapsed veins of morose tones running throughout the wasteland of her slowly decaying morality. excellent collection. simple yet effective packaging. you need this.
various artists 'zelphabet' cd. zelphabet.com.
damion romero. daniel menche. and dave phillips need i say anymore? i mean really. top shelf artists with some top notch material. romero is the late night cruiser on his track of bottom scraping drone. menche starts off quiet and then you get to experience his blood pressure rising in a dramatic way. the phillips track is the odd ball of the three. strangely interesting and mostly quiet with some blasts and crumblers and slaps to the ass with a plywood board. an ongoing compilation series that is worth diving into head first.
rubbish / v.d.v.zh [fucked in the ass] 'murderers of music' tape.
a really really long tape here. perhaps im too fickle but there is a fine line that can be drawn between just right and too much. certainly there are artists who can keep things engaging over an extended period of time. there are others however that do not and they should stick to shorter formats. if this had been edited down to a shorter cassette you would be able to fully take in the audio wreckage that both artists display. how do both artists rate? quite high. this tape is harsh pulverizing sonic hatred. holy fuck is this ever a long tape though. holy shit.
an innocent young throat cutter 'body count' tape. narcolepsia.
richard ramirez and isabella k. dish out a hailstorm of abuse. totally suffocating and enveloping harshness that communicates almost unreasonable hatred. the pillow is over your face and the pressure is on. breathe your last and just give up. your corpse will be found in the morning lifeless and reeking of piss.
N 'smash my brain i can't tolerate' tape. narcolepsia.
itallian artist N buries you under a shifting avalanche of scrambled feedback and desecrated loops. total brown noise that goes from eerily subdued to up in your business with all the greasy dago depravity intact all the while. get rubbed out and ruined by one of italy's finest.
the nevari butchers 'arms and everything else' tape. hanson.
despite the fact that there are five individuals in the ensemble the sounds are so understated that the number doesn't compute. this tape is deep in empty activity with settings changing every few minutes. meth zombies dragging scrap metal around. no conversation in the smoky pool hall. playing bongos while on heroin and buried alive. some thick yet hollow synth work drifting just below consciousness. other things taking place. what you get here isn't five people just going off it's five highly skilled musicians making seriously focused music. no clutter just quality.
chris riggs 'draco' tape. hanson.
dead battery sound. ultra draggy swamp tones. syrupy all throughout. the place smells like piss and cigarettes. recorded while the weed got all smoked up. the recordings here are so dry sounding that im getting thirsty for a swig of piss. crumple up the tape and let it rip boombox stylee.
aaron dilloway 'modern jester' tape. hanson.
more tape manipulation that kicks it off in close encounters fashion. we are taking over this coversation now. the ship never gets a word in edgewise. go watch the fucking movie if you dont know what im talking about. side b's grimy juice draining funk and stagger would really fuck up the cowlitz county gangsta population if you pulled up in the jack in the box parking lot blastin it out of your spark-o-matic. come hang out in longview if you dont know what im talking about. drive by doppler effect makes me think of cut grass and burnt ribs. dilloway strikes again. dig deep vatos.
the sea donkeys 'hermetical archive cassette series 3' tape. enterruption.
some caroliner styled wackiness to be had here. some rather catchy upbeat tuneage and excursions that equal parts clever and stupid. highly experimental and weird for the most part. if i had heard this 20 years ago when i first heard caroliner and smegma i would have been hooked. cool stuff from some real wack jobs.
dead machines & the cherry point 'hermetical archive cassette series 3' tape. enterruption.
some intense crunchy blasts and crumbly whistles from the downtrodden. side two really gets fuckin raunchy though. holy crap. this split keeps a strong pimp hand. not entirely sure if this is a team up or a split as both sides keep it brutal but interesting with short interludes and reprieves. go put the bag over your head fool. monstrous.
head boggle 'hermetical archive cassette series 3' tape. enterruption.
im going down to the basement to smoke weed and make noise okay? first track sounds like it was recorded on accident. actually the whole thing sounds like it was recorded on accident. mysterious and intriguing.
broken penis orchestra 'hermetical archive cassette series 3' tape. enterruption.
you like smegma? you like listening to smegma while hanging out with anton lavey? you like drinking malt liquor from an infant's skull? cut and paste tape abuse. a whitmans sampler of noisy stuff that will most likely strike you right if you are on the right drugs.
taskmaster / the rita 'hermetical archive cassette series 3' tape. enterruption.
can you say brutal motherfucker? i knew you could but nothing is going to prepare you for the unholy and merciless burial you will recieve. two of canada's best doing separate tracks on side one and then a sick team up on side two. total wall worship in fucked tandem with complete crumpled annihilation. let the plagues commence. kiss daddy's dick one more time before you blow your own brains out. your life is nothing. here's the undisputable proof you no good walking heap of shit.
knelt rote 'from without' lp. celestial gang.
from the meanstreets of portland oregon come's knelt rote. this brutal 4 man destruction unit is comprised of some of the biggest movers and shakers of both the noise and death/thrash crews. im not gonna list the projects these dudes have been involved in over the years simple because A. you probably already know and B. we dont got that kind of time. however this album is a everything that is right about brutal music. ripping hardcore beats, punishing blasts, rumbling bass, dread filled axework that would have rick rozz pissing in his sweatpants, frantic growls and screams. the best part is the noise that gordon brings to the table is the icing on the cake. this album is vicious beyond measure with it's fragmented and grimy gloom doom and total ass whipping brutality. this will make bands like pig destroyer throw their instruments away. fuck all brutal music except for knelt rote. this is art to drink beer to. down several pints and get fucking ruined.
silentist 's/t' lp. celestial gang.
grey dismal agonized and tortured. experimental jazz meets whirlwind black metal. these terms however do not mean anything nor reveal the truth that this album contains. the basement is now your tomb. there arent any catchy ways to describe the creepy feeling i have as i listen. archaic and drained of life and withered from a several hundred year journey from the tombs of eastern europe. one of the more unique albums and artists that i have ever heard. highly recommended for it's twisted beauty.
josh lay 'asphyxiation worship' 7inch. black horizons.
i can safely say that without listening to this record that josh lay delivers the fucking goods plain and simple. however being an admirer of his work this record gets played and played and played again. thoroughly haunted spectral tones that will encircle you and blanket your mind with a frigid night time snowfall. nite lasts forever in kentucky. josh lay commands the darkness to strangle you on the sick a side. the b side is equally intense and disturbing. it is unacceptable to me that you don't already have this in your collection. get with it.
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