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Sunday 30 June 2019

Trepanerungsritualen & Nordvargr - Konung Krönt i Blod / Salve Teragmon EP


Album: Konung Krönt i Blod / Salve Teragmon EP


Artist: Trepanerungsritualen & Nordvargr

Label: Cyclic Law

Catalogue  no: 124th Cycle

Tracklist:

1  Konung Krönt i Blod
 Salve Teragmon


What happens when two juggernauts of the industrial scene collide and re-envision each other’s material? In a nutshell – this recently released limited edition 7” of 300 is what you get. It’s amazing just how much brooding malice and blackened atmospherics can be crammed into something which comes in at just under ten minutes.

‘Konung Krönt i Blod’ (King Crowned in Blood) is savage enough in its original form (which can be heard on TPR’s 2014 Perfection & Permanence album) but somehow Nordvargr has managed to create something even more terrifying by stretching it, dragging it through fire and mud, then rinsing the detritus off in industrial-strength acid. What the process leaves is a blackened bare-bones carcass drenched in decay and filth.

TPR (Thomas Ekelund) slices apart the black-industrial/swamp-dance stylings of Nordvargr’s ‘Salve Teragmon’ with an axle-grinder, reassembles it with rusty nails and surgical sutures, and then finally subjects it to unhealthy doses of radioactivity. The original’s percussive element is the only part of it that’s been retained but even then it’s mutated into something considerably begrimed, soiled, and thoroughly infected and dripping with ichor.

This has been out since May 1st but I have no hesitation in declaring it one of my records of the year so far. It has all the elements that dock into my taste receptors in whatever part of my brain that processes such things and brings out the happy. It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard such stained and tainted magnificence. If you can find the original 7” vinyl the grab it, otherwise it’s available on Bandcamp on the link below:

Essential.

Psymon Marshall 2019

Kollaps


Album: Mechanical Christ

Artist: Kollaps

Label: Cold Spring

Catalogue  no: CSR269CD/CSR269LP

  1. Tracklist:
  2. Ankara
  3. Crucify
  4.  Fleshflower
  5.  Blood Premonitions
  6.  Traducer
  7.  Mechanical Christ
  8.   Love is a War


Let’s cut to the chase here: what we have here is nothing less than the soundtrack to a society in decay and on the road to extinction. Despair, anguish, isolation, terror, and the sheer violence that constitutes much of the present global state of play has been sublimated through an act of nefarious alchemy into the seven tracks presented to us by this Australian trio.

This is a portrait of a world immersed in noise, where everyone’s screaming but no one’s listening. Harsh, grating, and covered in rust the colour of blood, this is as near to a prognosis of where we’re heading as you’re likely to get anywhere. Gargantuan in sound and depth, mechanical and machine-like in execution, and as relentless as the steamroller of industrial and social ‘progress’ we’ve been witness to in the last fifty years, it’s almost as if Kollaps have managed to distil the dichotomous relationship between the pace of scientific evolution and our inability as a species to cope with it all. And in the space between one state and the other the very fabric of order and stability are inevitably collapsing.

If the void could articulate the rush to destruction this would be it: howling, screeching anger and frustration, voiced through scraping steel and hammering percussive exclamations, along with distorted and almost unintelligible vocals – we’re yelling but those with the power to step off the accelerator refuse to listen or take any notice. Human nature made manifest in sound.

This is at once both brilliant and frightening, both enlightening and terrifying. It’s both a clarion call and an epitaph, an apocalyptic manifesto written in blood and metal. Listen to this on your way to work every morning; turn the TV news and party political broadcasts down and play this as their soundtracks; listen along whilst watching gameshows, grifter televangelists, snake oil salesmen, scenes of destruction and drought, and starving children. It’s all converging into a singularity, and Kollaps is the star of the show.

File under “Armageddon”.

Psymon Marshall 2019

Monday 24 June 2019

IrisLight - Aeturnum


Album: Aeturnum

Artist: IrisLight

Available at:

Tracks:


1. Novus
2. Infernum
3. Spatium
4. Aeturnum.
5. Damnum
6. Transitum
7. Cecidimus




Deep, cold, isolationist drone ambient from the artist formerly known as Generic, broadcast from somewhere between the lightless abyssal depths of a vast ocean and the deserted streets of some cyclopean Lovecraftian ruin. And in that enormous space betwixt lies a complete geography of loneliness and madness, spiced with the utter meaninglessness of existence. It’s all coloured in the deepest hues of emptiness and desolation, and yet, its shimmering coruscation and scintillation holds the purest of frosty beauty, and that beauty is a wonder to behold.

In the context of these seven tracks, darkness is a relative concept. Ever visited an old building that even on the brightest of days appears to be hiding something malignant within its walls? This is the nearest description that comes anywhere near distilling the essence of the compositions here. Resonant bells and gongs, stretched out into timelessness, cutting banshee winds that penetrate deep into the marrow, and frigidity that not only steals warmth but also all thought. There’s nothing here but unbroken and unchanging landscapes, a place where a second lasts as long as a millennium, and simultaneously where a millennium lasts as long as a second.

A couple of examples will suffice. The album opener ‘Novus’ sets the tone being painted here, assailing our ears with ringing tones and wails the sources of which are obscured by a thick veil of mist. ‘Spatium’ is the slow subterranean heartbeat of this frozen realm, and album closer ‘Cecidimus’ (Latin for shrivel) is the logical endpoint – dissolution and disintegration of self and existence, the scattering of everything we were and have known to the cold reaches of the ends of the universe.

From a personal perspective, I connected on so many levels. That suspicion that there’s far more to reality than what we’re able to perceive with our senses, that perhaps there are forces of which we’re unaware shaping everything around us, and that furthermore we have no control over those forces. We’re reduced to tiny insignificant specks smaller than the atoms which compose us. Salvation and redemption are beyond us and impossible to grasp: we live in an entirely neutral universe that neither cares if we live or die. If we destroy ourselves as a species there will be no one to mark our passing, nor anyone to remember us.

Closest thing to an exposition on the beauty within futility I’ve heard in a long time. Excellent! 

Psymon Marshall Jones 2019

Saturday 22 June 2019

Common Eider, King Eider - Egregore -


Album: Egregore
Label: Cold Spring
Catalogue  no: CSR271CD
Tracks:

1 Sun . . Fire
2 Breath . . Wind
3 Blood . . Water
4 Bone . . Soil



It would be far too easy to hurl superlatives at Common Eider, King Eider’s latest ritualistic explorations, even though it deserves all of them for its sheer thaumaturgic majesty. Egregore is indeed an apt title for this opus, embodying as it does the occult concept of a thoughtform becoming an autonomous psychic entity which possesses the capability of influencing the minds and thoughts of others. The four tracks aren’t so much meant to be listened to, but to be experienced: it’s the aural equivalent of mind- and consciousness-altering drugs. Gateways, if you will, to parallel realities and universes.

The music has its origins in ritual: B, S. s and Arexis birthed the compositions during a full moon night in May 2018 while ensconced in a cabin somewhere in the Pyrenees. And the sounds are as cold and isolated as the location where they were created. Here the modern world and all its appurtenances have been stripped away, revealing to those who would see that the underlying reality of our ancestors still exists, and that we are still surrounded by the forces that shaped our forebears and, furthermore, that they’re still capable of being felt and heard, and that they can still exert a powerful influence.

In fact, the listener can consider this to be a guided visualisation, a journey of active imagination. The ringing shimmer and breathy vocalisations of ‘Sun . . Fire’, the album opener, cuts through the dull and dreary existence of the everyday and draws us into a subterranean realm where the old gods still walk. ‘Breath ._. Wind’ continues the journey, bringing us deeper and closer to the heart to the central mystery. The shimmering ringing is still there, the thread of Ariadne perhaps, but here we encounter groaning entities that are more primitive and less encumbered by anything beyond their own natures – a notion that, given our current state, we should give heed to.

‘Blood ._. Water’ is the threshold upon the Dark Night of the Soul – the hierophant both exhorting and warning the seeker simultaneously. There is no gain without sacrifice: there are few willing to make the transaction and fewer still who survive it. Finally, once we’ve traversed and successfully negotiated the nightside tunnels, ‘Bone ._. Soil’ is the return to earth, reborn and renewed. Ariadne’s thread helps us retrace our steps and lifts us up into the light. This is Common Eider, King Eider at their most majestic, cosmic even. The tinkling of a bell is the signal to our consciousnesses that we must once more inhabit the meat-shells we call our bodies, and that we must inhabit the false world of maya and illusion once more.

There’s no question that Cold Spring have released a blinder of an album, one that seeps into the consciousness and invades the brain cells, to linger long after the final bell fades away. This one will be revisited many times, I suspect.

Psymon Marshall, 2019. 

Sunday 16 June 2019

Twll Du - Llyn A Cwn


Album: Llyn A Cwn

Artist: Twll Du


Catalogue  no: CSR254CD



I can’t claim to have ever visited Snowdonia (in spite of having been born in Wales) but what I can say is that, having been brought up near the Preseli Mountains in south Wales, an equally eerie and desolate landscape even if not as spectacular, the seven snapshots in sound of lonely and isolated places invested with powers and atmospheres beyond words on Twll Du (Black Hole) ring absolutely true. Washes of texture, dark, rumbling and grainy, are about as close as you’re ever going to get to an accurate description of the genius loci of such locations.

Each of the tracks is named after a specific location within the general area of Cwm Idwal, and the tracks consist of field recordings made in and pinpointing those particular locations. The atmospherics here play on opposites, both the light and the dark: there are moments of deeply buried seismic disturbances balanced against airy whistling soaring through the heights. Here we journey into the subterranean darkness and then ascend into freezing, blindingly bright regions high above.

I have no hesitation in recommending this stark beauty of an album – best heard on headphones in a dark room whilst lying down on something extremely comfortable and with closed eyes. Magnificent.


Psymon Marshall, 2019.

Wednesday 12 June 2019

FRAG - Controlled Coma.


FRAG – Controlled Coma – Cassette – Cruel Nature Records – CN107 – 2018



As my interest in FRAG was caught when Āh Burroughs contacted me via the blogs secret, well-hidden underground messaging system and I heard Disease Vector, I was immediately taken by their sound. I believe that Controlled Coma is the earlier 1994 FRAG recordings.

The sound on controlled coma is immediately bigger and more aggressive in its repetition pulling the attention through sudden shifts in that repetition, which jolts the listener back to the original sound throughout tracks. It’s different again and Disease Vector is a progression on this through stripping back. Sometimes it is the background noises that tease and command attention as the foreground sounds remain stuck in their own grove. The work is relentlessly nightmarish using drones, churning synths and rumbling noise that meditates and focusses upon itself. It is like the raw beginnings of FRAG, there are traces and traits of what would later come on Disease Vector, but this is the nastier older brother to that album. This is all good, it still doesn’t sound like anything else that I have heard - strong, mature work, great album and I recommend it.

Choppy Noodles 2019.

FRAG Disease Vector.


FRAG – Disease Vector – self Released – CDR & Download – 2019.




Frag is a project by Tunnels of Āh creator Stephen Burroughs, it was originally conceived in the early 90s and after a rocky start it was intended to be kept as a secret, unreleased project. Some old material was recently released, FRAG kicked back into action and Disease Vector is the first new FRAG material in 25 years.

I like this, it sounds fresh immediately, through its minimalism and failure or refusal to adhere to today’s common noise sounds and methods. By use of farty, vibrating sounds the work really gets focussed on its own repetition through swirling loops of the same sound for long periods of time. Sometimes elements are juxtaposed sometimes they aren’t just one will just play off itself: this focus on repetition continues as the overall sound gets more layered as the album progresses. Some of the blunt less treated tonal frequencies that underlie the work are strong. As Distortion comes in on Neural Progenitor Cell onwards, the mixing gets clever and seems keep it broken up and fractured enough so the work doesn’t lose its identity and become cliched. Despite the growth in the amount of sounds used, the minimal aspect of the work is maintained, it also has a cold playfulness to it. The work does have a lot of twinges of older Power Electronics stylings as it progresses, it has no concern for the bigger/fuller sound at all and this is refreshing. It also gets very detailed and focussed within itself.

I enjoyed Disease Vector, its stance is refreshing and makes it a standout project. I do like Cold-Minimal work and this is a solid example of that. I will investigate Stephen Burroughs other work further - Welcome back FRAG.

Choppy Noodles 2019.

Sunday 9 June 2019

Wolvestribe, Understanding the Ecological Role.


Wolvestribe – Understanding the Ecological Role – Single Sided Lathe Cut 10” – MP3 – Aaarrrgh Records – 2019 - https://aaarrrg.bandcamp.com/

  I Opened Your Eyes.
 Now I Have to Close them.

"Death des sometimes seem like a solution that dissolves emptiness. But noise always lures us back into it. And mumbles of rebellion seem to slip into cramps of fear. .."



I discovered Wolvestribe in the last review, it was amongst a batch of 6 tapes from the Harsh Noise London Label and Wolvestribe’s contribution to Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape ‘Series #15: Clove’ was just a 21 minute live performance, which was stunning and one of the highlights of the whole batch - there was some excellent other stuff in there. The purpose of this review is to examine Wolvestribe beyond that contribution as I’m very interested. There has been a digital album released on Fucktron Records – Mortification: Mind/Body/Spirit. I will just review Understanding the Ecological Role as a 10” at this early stage in the project demonstrates impressive commitment. The members are two identities – Kshayaath and HTV, two people or two personalities, who knows? 

I Opened Your Eyes: This track really seems to go for a trebly assault, with sharp, jittering frequencies, this is a very abrasive track that radiates and pulsates. The sharp assault is impressive, the relentless repetition and consistency in the amount of noises used is good, it doesn’t suffer from death by overload, which can kill off a lot of noise that does this, it no longer becomes effective. There are vocals warped into the mix well, they are woven in tightly. Now I Have to Close Them; both titles blend in together to form one sentence. This track really pulsates into action as a cut up, distorted vocal goes off whilst sharper frequencies cut in and form a mesh of noises. The chopped vocal makes it another abstract noise so it becomes a part of the track, rather than leading it, which I like.

This whole record is very raw, roots Power Electronics, the noise angle is really emphasised in the sound and flits between layered and stripped down during the record. I feel it is way more leaning into Noise and Power Electronics with a hint of Death Industrial, both tracks are strong. This is a solid, outstanding release and I am very glad my adventures led me to Wolvestribe.

Choppy Noodles 2019.

Saturday 8 June 2019

Harsh Noise London. The adventures of Choppy Noodles and the epic package they sent him!


Harsh Noise London - Label overview.


Active since 2016, Harsh Noise London is a unique label, their web presence is based around their Facebook group, where they and others can post in the group about other or their own Harsh Noise releases. The label frequently does releases which are on recycled cassettes of all different sorts on which different artists from around the world are put together on a cassette, I like the massive distances in Geography between the artists on each tape. I know the recycled cassette concept was made famous by RRR, but I like it all the same. On this review I am going to look at a few of their recent releases.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #6: Really Good.

A1. God Pussy – Untitled. (29.48) https://www.facebook.com/conceito.dissonante/
B1. Fecal Vomit – Vomit too (15.47)
B2. A Raja’s Mesh Men – The End is Nigh. (28.48) https://www.facebook.com/noisebyjames/  https://enemasmashjar.bandcamp.com/



Brazil’s God Pussy contributes an ‘Untitled’ track, which is all hiss and crackle building up to farting deceptive walls that distort, break down and falter into assaultive noise. Sharp harsh bleeps and waves of static fight and dance around each other. The interruptions are strong and use original hum which I haven’t heard in ages, the use of wavering feedback is strong too and there are some impressive shifts in under bass that rise to the surface at times to dominate what’s happening. The temporal nature of the walls come and go in the work and allow shifts, mixtures and fights to happen between the different noises - it functions like an ever-shifting blast of sound.

Fecal Vomit is from Serbia and has been active since 2009 under the Nundata and Fecal Vomit monikers. Samples and break downs of sound build ‘Vomit’, I thought my player was mangling the cassette up or the ghost of the tapes previous recording, but it is a combination of classical and noise that gradually explodes into a sonic fight. The noise isn’t as harsh as God Pussy’s but is more nuanced which allows the contrasts with the classical work to be effective. The distortion, hum and sharp noise play together effectively as the samples periodically breath through and work in conjunction with the noise. The noise wavers, warps and pulsates a lot and seems to flip out at the end of the track to dominate and die.

Fecal Vomit begins the B side with ‘Vomit Too’, News reports and distortion fight each other, the samples shift from different aspects of TV. Genres of music shift in the background to work with and over the voice samples. The distortion is left to do the noise work, the shifts and chop in samples combine with this. I admire how the samples are left to take prominence at times and allowed to work by themselves as they playfully shift into something else. Fecal Vomit demonstrates some excellent experimental quality, Low-Fi brilliance.

A Raja’s Mesh Men is a prolific London based project. ‘The End is Nigh’, begins with a dense wall of low-end distortion. This is a bass heavy wall that crackles and demonstrates tonal shifts inside, whilst the outside remains dense. There’s some tickling sharp crackle that’s vague and peppered over the top. The bass roar is deep whilst the light crackle is more effective as it isn’t too sharp crackle reliant, which can sometimes be tedious in other walls. This is a good wall with strong shifts within, not lazy, just right.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #8: The Shard.

B1. Hooked Talons – Prey (14:56) http://hookedtalons.blogspot.com/



Vilgoc is Sebastian Harmazy from Poland. Twierdza is a slow, low bass end wall piece which gives off a good deep crackle with soaring hisses of sound that jutt out of the wall at times. These give several layers to the work; the higher levels of crackle appear to peel off the wall and simultaneously rebuild as if constantly morphing itself. The hiss really kicks off later in the wall as if to shift the wall into two separate forms that work away at the same time. The sharper wall eventually takes the lead whilst the deeper sounds are consistent in the background. A third wall tone builds making for a group effort of sounds working with each other, to form Twierdza into a very layered sound that pulsates more as it builds up. I like the growing complexity of this piece.

Hooked Talons is a Richard Ramirez project, he is originally from Texas and now operating in Pennsylvania. Along with the Rita, Vomir, Macronymphia and many others, he is one of the key figures in today’s HNW movement. This project has been releasing since 2011, it is one of many Ramirez projects. This starts off warm, deep and low with a lot of explosive sounds cutting in, it’s fractured and deep immediately. This wall shifts a lot into more eruptions of noise, it isn’t steady, there’s a lot going off at one time. There are interesting background drones behind everything in contrast to the deep back rumble of Vilgoc’s work. At one point it seems to die off only to rebuild itself again descending into a vortex that seems to build in order to collapse in on itself and rise again. This is an immense, massive and shifting piece of work.

Overall this tape is two artists demonstrating two, strong contrasting pieces. Both at the top of their game, impressive stuff.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #12
Fall into Dry Lungs “Antisocial Behaviour.”


      A.      Tracks 1-5.
      B.      Tracks 6 – 10



Based in Vienna, duo Fall into Dry Lungs take an original and exciting approach; their sound is improvised percussion and harsh noise and it is really refreshing to hear as the two sounds play off each other brilliantly. It’s very ‘basement’, but the raw factor adds magic to the work. I love how the drum changes rhythm at will, it sounds like the chaotic, insane drumming on early chrome records, full of character and leading and following the noise at random; they work together well. The noise, like the drums shifts and changes a lot, it doesn’t allow for things to get boring. It isn’t a noise rock type project, just two elements creating abstract rumblings. At times the voice of the work, shifts between the two elements with one taking the lead and passing it on continuously. I am unsure if the sales dialogue at the end of one side is part of the album, or what was on the tape before. This project has been very exciting to discover; it is another gem/highlight of 2019.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #13: Brutalomania & Gen 26 “Collaboration”


A. Part 1. (18.30)
B. Part 2. (11.30)



Brutalomania is Manuel M. Cubas, based in Spain and Gen 26 is Matjaz Galicic based in Slovenia. This tape begins as a crusty wall, very crackly with a mid hiss with distortion. This is complimented by screeching echo that builds up with background tones. The noise accelerates and falters at times, for the wall to regain a different composure, a shifting, wavering one. The breakdowns become more frequent and it becomes an exciting broken wall that blasts and dies off continually. Part 1 shifts and morphs continuously, as it breaks from just being pure Wall it gets better and better.
Sharp, shifting harsh tones introduce the second side as distortion rages, slightly muted in the background. This shifts into lower level noise territory using a partial wall that morphs it’s use of distortion whilst back noises echo through this. It contrasts well to Part 1, the levels to rise and lower periodically. The distortion when it builds moves in a cascading way, rocketing and tumbling as pitches of feedback also rise and holler.
This is a good release, with strong shifts that keep things varied so they never get boring.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #15: Clove.


Side A: 
        1)      Slay Your Boyfriend: Analog Whisperer (10:00) https://www.facebook.com/sigalot.pjx  
  2)      Hiroyuki Chiba: Battle Creek Blow 1            (9:12)  https://www.facebook.com/hiroyukichiba.improvisation       
        3)      Hiroyuki Chiba: Donbrako (9:12)
        4)      Hiroyuki Chiba: Battle Creek Blow 2 (9:12)

Side B:
     1)      Wolvestribe: Live @ Destroy All Artifacts 12.3.2017 (Features Thomas Holmes Speech) (21:47) https://www.facebook.com/Wolvestribe/   London
   2)      Dystopian Vomit Cop: It only hurts forever (10:00) https://dvcop.bandcamp.com/  Michigan
      3)      Dystopian Vomit Cop: Hope was never an Option (10:00)


This is a larger Split with four artists contributing.  Manila City, Philippines based Slay Your Boyfriend delivers some crackling lower wall expanded with sharp and whistling pitches of noise. The interruptions of whistling noise are curious and interesting, it’s as if it is a wall that doesn’t hide its background noises at all, it lets then roam free. I like this wall, less dense and very interesting.

Noise overload in a mass of over input way defines Japans Hiroyuki Chiba, I like the merciless digital assault, it is very reminiscent of French stuff like Entre Vifs and Le Syndicate that I’ve been listening to lately. I like the relentless shifting and retuning that makes the work move so rapidly. The work moves from area to area, it doesn’t stay still for long. The overload strips back quickly to keep things interesting and allow for greater contrasts between noise elements which is good. The sound gets choppier as the tracks progress, the shifts become aggressively rapid and choppy. The sounds become slightly depraved in an abstract way, the work sounds like it is being stretched beyond coherence, the speed accelerates and drags, the work sounds like it is being tortured and warped beyond belief. It is an insane digital battering that comes with many, many faces.

I’ve never heard London’s Wolvestribe and it’s refreshing to hear some pukey drones over Death Industrial sludginess, things are down and dirty in this performance. This is very ugly, and I like it. The performance has echoes of a bad hangover, droning feedback radiates and shifts nauseously. I like this work as it isn’t just macho electronics, there is a gutter like ambient bleakness that serves as the base of the work. It’s like streetwise Death Industrial, this is horrible, it seems to reinvent ways to make the sound become sicker as it progresses – even as it dies off. The old school tinkering that pops up through beeps and tonal abuse is ace - I am keen to investigate this project further to see if there’s a new heavyweight contender on the block. This, Active Denial and Ordeal by Roses are the UK’s most exciting new PE projects that I've stumbled across this year.

Michigan’s Dystopian Cop Vomit seems determined to outdo Hiroyuki Chiba’s violence in a more repetitive streamlined manner. It uses raw repetitive echo noise to maximum effect. This is very minimal with crackles of distortion to contrast the repetition; this work is immediately strong. This is older in its stylings to, ‘It Only Hurts Forever’ it is just raw sonic noise. ‘Hope Was Never an Option’ is more wall like in its delivery but has the same relentless noise leanings in part as the other track. This is a Noise project in the rawest sense, I like that someone cares enough to perfect this form of delivery – Dystopian Cop Vomit is obscure brilliance at its best.

Harsh Noise London Recycled Tape Series #17: Paternoster.


0    1)   Guzzler (13:10)
0    2)   ReLentLess (11:18)


0    1)   Follow the Trail of Blood (25:00)



NODOLBY I like, it’s the murkiest recordings in this batch, in that they play with quieter noise, through this you’re forced to listen intently. This has a more avant-garde/experimental/ feel coupled with a bleak Industrial twinge at times going on. I feel the noise and the pull back on levels makes the work experiment a lot to avoid formulaic clichés. The noise structures build and act out for long periods of time and I think there’s a strong mastery of noise evident as the experimental use of noise can work in conjunction - the work has a dominant solidity and combined playfulness happening at the same time. As the work progresses the Bandcamp ‘Junktronics’ description becomes irrelevant, this is fine Italian noise.

Ohio’s BEGRAVD has an immediate large sound on Follow the Trail of Blood, blasts of distortion and arching overtones combine to build a massive, cold wall. Humming resonates just behind the distortion, so tightly that the two merges, as the distortion falters the hum holds things together. There is other submerged noised lurking in there. At times the wall does drop, only for everything to slowly rebuild itself, this does feel very worked, not lazy; elements can communicate with each other and take stage at times. I feel the works coldness isn’t a contrived coldness (e.g. with Black Metal aspirations), it’s just natural to the work. The density of the work increases in consistency as it progresses, giving it a full sound after breaks and falters happen earlier in the work. This is good HNW work.

Harsh Noise London #16, Vomir “Untitled for Harsh Noise London” Floppy Disc.



I feel the need to confess immediately here, no lies: when I received this, I couldn’t play the floppy disc as I have no Floppy Disc player, I had to email the label to get mp3s of it, I ripped the mp3 to disc to play on my blaster. The plot thickens, when I saw the running time on the disc, I thought it was an hour and 10 minutes, it’s one-minute and10 seconds.

So, when I played this work, it has an immediate Vomir sound, I have got somewhat lost in walls throughout the last 2 years and have begun to pick up on various traits in different works, stylings and methods. So, I recognise this as very Vomir in its fullness and takes me back to both the gigs I have seen him play live at. The depth and splatter of the distortion’s crackle is unique. What I like and find unique is how this wall repeats itself straight away, so it can be as long as you want it to be, you choose when it stops, the looping is clever it sounds like a wall faulter before the work repeats itself.

Choppy Noodles 2019.