Riff mark: yep
Baptism by fire…about a decade back I reviewed for a fairly
well-known metal site and this was the first album sent to me, attached with an
awfully-sad promo citing influences such as Depeche Mode and Napalm Death. If
the deceptive, Violator-like rose on
that cover discharges fragrance of either band, email me coupons for a fresher
set of ears. Better yet, email me anything; I’ll take heavy sedatives delivered
to my doorstep, expedited. It’s remarkable that someone remembered this CD and
posted it on Youtube (40 hits on this vid so far!), the experience of its
uprooting not unlike opening a sarcophagus rank with computer dust inhalants. No
guitar, no bass, no acoustic drums. It’s all synth, all C Major, all 3-note
songs, all drum machines, all whisper talk of not-so-sweet nothings such as
“cunt kicking” and “cutting nipples off”. Porno grind made with bad keyboards
and giggles. I’m not even explaining it correctly and I don’t care. Really the
bottommost punctuation in the one-dimensional plane of minimalism, proving that
anyone can make their own damn music, but most people will like you less for
it.
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