Album: Abscission
Artist: Murderous Vision
Label: Chthonic Streams
Catalogue no: N/A
Tracklist:
1. Breaking
the Bonds of Light
2. Echoed
Voice
3. Autumn
Black
4. Open
the Night Sky
Murderous Vision (aka
Stephen Petrus) has been around for 25 years, in which the project has released
approaching a dozen albums as well as myriad contributions to compilations for
various labels including Petrus’ own Live Bait Recording Foundation. Abscission (the shedding of various
parts of an organism) is MV’s latest production, appearing on Derek Rush’s
Chthonic Streams label in a very limited edition of 50 cassettes with
full-colour double-sided inlay card.
The opening track,
‘Breaking the Bonds of Light’, breathes into being quietly and gently, a
susurrating whisper breezing through a forest in the autumn as leaves fall
almost soundlessly to create a rust-coloured carpet. Steadily, the tempo
increases presaging the metamorphosis into winter, the time when nature’s
activities cease and descend into hibernation. The irony here, of course, is
that the beauty we so ardently admire is actually a signal of death, a cycle
the repeats endlessly as seasons come and go. ‘Echoed Voice’, by contrast,
pulses and throbs rhythmically, interrupted only by a slightly distorted voice
narrating over a clangorous resonance. This is just a prelude to a martial
percussive beat seguing in accompanied by seismic drones and throaty voices,
emerging as from some deep subterrestrial chasm. This is the earth speaking, perhaps
to tell us something if only we could understand its language.
‘Autumn Black’ is also
speaking from the earth, but this time from the upper realms of mountains and
plateaux. A whistling lament, upheld by a simple rhythm and a cold filmic
blanket of sighing and exhalations, whirls and swirls on secret currents and
updrafts, propelling us where it wills. On the other hand ‘Open the Night Sky’
is a mechanical beast, pulsating and nauseous, full of fire and brimstone,
brooding, menacing, threatening, all-conquering, spitting venomous words like
explosions of hot lava. These are the poisonous breaths of Shiva, the
Destroyer, eliminating evil and its suppurating wounds. It is, perhaps, a
warning and a prognostication, a slight lifting of the veil of fate.
These four tracks deserve
a wider audience – this is noise and death ambient/industrial at its most
refined. Its lack of bombast allows it to seep into the consciousness
surreptitiously, boring into it where it will either germinate and/or fester.
Crunch and teeth-grinding whine has its place, but sometimes dialling back the
levels is far more effective. Murderous Vision has honed the technique to
brilliant effect here: investigating more of Petrus’ output is definitely on my
to-do list.
Psymon Marshall 2019
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