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Disrage – “Noise Rhythm” – [Craneal Fracture Records]

whngr   7/28/2021   A Library, Cassette

Low fidelity Hardcore from Spain 2015

Renou i ràbia desde Menorca.
Noise and rage from Menorca.

Furious attack (guitar,bass,drums,vox) without brakes.

A tirade of malice, though unintelligible, the message is clear:

Aim for the heart and pull the trigger.


Las Garras de la Otan = The Claws Of N.A.T.O.

Aphotykum – “Cimmerian Sessions, The” – [Legion Blotan]

whngr   7/28/2021   A Library, Cassette

Crusty Tinny and Tyrannical

2-piece Black Metal from the U.K./Switzerland 2017

Malevolent and sadistic, this deviant offender is a known associate of Legion Blotan. Blaring murky riffs while extolling the virtues of Cimmeria, the culture of a nomadic people in Asia-Minor ca. 1000 B.C. Stating their lyrical themes on Metallum as: Dark Ages, Barbarism, Pagan Heritage with evocative titles like “A Falcon’s Quest” and “Spirits of the Mounds” we are drawn into an ancient world filled with violence and war expressed with a phenomenal guitar tone and a dismal recording that is both visceral and disorienting. Listening at high volumes may lead to head wounds by disrupting the equilibrium, causing falls and leaving listeners concussed. Fitting, as the final track, “Stormriders of Death” (A8) features a sample of bombs being dropped from a plane, not barbarian activity but of a similar brutality perhaps. Not clever but still quite appealing to the ear of this miserable volunteer.

Abi Ooze – “Bad Egg” – [Aklasan Records]

whngr   7/28/2021   A Library, Cassette

Cynical and catchy Garage Power Dirge Pop Punk Rock from Philadelphia 2018Snotty, smart, and honest fem lyrics with a biting perspective on both social and personal subjects. Heart warming and heart breaking tones and delivery. Like falling in love the moment her spit hits your face. Vicious guitar tone with nasty hooks on a solid Pop foundation in front of a thunderous shimmering beat. Shake your ass to the rejection. Aileen Wuornos chimes in, spoiler alert, she’s pissed. Includes a few cameos by other contemporary monsters. Five cutting satires of the travesty that is our modern society. Hopeless and direct, “Bad Egg” is probably a reference to the genre and its rival , “Egg Punk” (twee, silly, major keys) and “Chain Punk” (aggressive/nihilistic/minor keys). One might suppose that this EP was titled as a kind of response to the divisive online debate (smh why can’t we all get along?! ;P) that raged(s?) by proponents from both camps. Flame wars, ghosting, and doxing may have occurred but who the fuck cares.? Not Abi Ooze. She just wants to fucking rock out!  And perhaps flip the ugly razor-blade frittata of a cassette, greasy side down, on the pallets of people with ears that hear and brains that think. Are you one of ’em?  
Abi Ooze is one Jade Baisa (all instruments)
There may be FCC’s on A1 (is that a Amber alert tone or just guitar feedback?) and A3  (I’m sure that she’s sayin’ “SUCKERS, SUCKERS!” not the other, far naughtier word. Roll the dice outside of safe harbor, pay the consequences I guess, but don’t play it all and you are the one who loses (your listeners being the unwary bystanders to your hapless mistake). Forbidden sounds removed (primarily) from this cassette and cd, conforming to on-air requirements in an effort to maintain friendly relations with the Federal Communication Commission. True completists will need to scour the internet as Sorry State is sold the fuck out and the release seems to have been pulled from Discogs which is… Punk af 

Gronde – “Gronde” – [Impious Desecration Records]

whngr   7/21/2021   A Library, Cassette

Black Metal / Thrash from the foothills of the French Alps.

Thunderous thumpers and growly grumpers with riffs and two minutes of melancholy piano (end of track 13) for goat worshipping demi-ghouls.
Insular and isolated from the swelling popularity of Black Metal, Gronde’s inception was influenced by power and simplicity. Eager to be proficient while heavily inebriated, project founder Chamo unveils considerable details about the project online, that though illustrative, might sour the palate of more thoughtful or discerning volunteers (these guys may be a bit thick). I suggest avoiding all research/fanaticism and just lean into the bestial howls and ferocity of the form. Well recorded and sprawling, there are many slightly different flavors of blasphemy, heresy, synchronized buzzsaw guitar, and sonorous slaughter to spread liberally over your more diabolical sets while incurring the blessings of the Dark Gods.

Boëge, Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, France-2011

Crowhurst – “Everyone Is Guilty” – [Sol Y Nieve]

whngr   7/21/2021   A Library, Cassette

Debilitating electronic Dark Ambient Industrial Noise Drone with minimal Black Metal leanings in five parts.

Three tracks over 10 min. and two under 10 min. with some marked contrast existing between tracks that tend to straddle several genres but generally orbit around mild discomfort, disorientation, and despair, madness and misery.

Samples. Spoken-word. Sine wave serrations.

Washes of warm amplified feedback cum crumbling white noise, abstractions and other mildly belligerent aural elements. Crowhurst is one Jay Gambit of Boca Raton, Florida, who, along with myriad collaborators has put out over 40 physical releases since 2012. Establishing a following on digital file sharing platforms, Gambit seems interested in exploring multiple facets of sound production across several genres without the constraints of media or from labels and has worked with familiar (and many unfamiliar) labels like Prison Tatt, Chondritic Sound, Fusty Cunt, Prophecy Productions, and the one who released this limited edition (100) cassette in 2014, Sol Y Nieve.

Agonie – “Culte Funèbre” – [Solar Asceticists Productions]

whngr   7/21/2021   A Library, Cassette

Grieving Woe’s Misery

French-Canadian Black Metal.

Cold, grim, cvlt.

Somber, delicate guitar ballads (doubled reverb reverie) amid tortured wails. Buried trash-can drums, beastial expulsions. Heavily clipped amplified trem-picked horror, the plectrum pulled through entrails billowing steam into the frigid night. Deep guttural bellowing and shrieks of anguish slashing through sickening melodies with hooks.
Adapt to the damaged (defective?) tape (end side A-beginning side B, track 3 and 4 respectively) as the signal decays repeatedly. Perhaps this (used) tape was once repeatedly frozen in distant northern climes amid the towering snow-laden pines or maybe ’twas a cruel hoax meant to propagate the despair of fledgling dj’s (dig your heels in and own it, this is a miracle of magnetic tape (an analog aberration to be adulated). The meek, and the mealy-mouthed.

Final track is an menagerie of the animals most associated with evil and the night, encircling a demon as he curses (unintelligibly) the light of God and whatever traces of benevolence remain in the hearts of man.

Agonie is Nagash and K. 

Quebec-2017

White Wards – “Cigarette Burns” – [Iron Lung Records]

whngr   7/21/2021   12-inch, A Library

Guitar fueled, up to mid-tempo tripped-out Hardcore Punk with human teeth.

Bedraggled, in black, blood in their mouths and cans of soup in their backpacks (perhaps?) this five-piece is simply chock full of piss and vinegar. 

Dissonance, distortion, and (hypnotic) repetition. We used to appreciate short tracks… but now I’m a DJ (we still do).

Copious amounts of echoes, feedback, and echoing feedback. A ratio of upstrokes to downstrokes that pleases this miserable volunteer, real drums (crushing), and mental health issues (probably). 

Guitar fueled, up to mid-tempo tripped-out Hardcore Punk with human teeth.

Anger

Hurt 

Confusion

…and (100%) certified organic honey in hot lemon water.

Have a peek at the delicate inserted booklet (before it is shredded by its vinyl cohabitor) and witness the carefully crafted aesthetic and lyrical themes that seems to carry throughout White Wards’ releases. 

Portland, OR – 2014

Skravl – War Is Aer [coll] – [Legion Blotan]

whngr   7/15/2021   A Library, Cassette

Low fidelity Black Metal from Copenhagen

Two lone wolves pair up to howl blasphemy at the inverted solstice moon. Praying to the Dark Gods for release from this world filled splintered by light and sprinkled with benevolence. 

Skravl – Forlorn wails over tinny mid-tempo guitars and real drums. Hypnotic, valiant, and miserable with pensive synthesizer interludes.

Skravl is one, Skravl.

War Is Aer -Lurches through a quagmire of in-the-red melodies (synth? & guitar?) laid over buried, crushing, trash can percussion. Howls of suffering rise through the murk to arrive morosely at your godless ears.

War Is Aer is one, Jesper Bagger Hviid.

Hovedstaden, Denmark 2018

Aad Sleck – “Aad Sleck” – [Legion Blotan]

whngr   7/15/2021   A Library, Cassette

Furious bombast lacking subtlety or ornament.

Black Metal/Punk exploring the mining heritage of northeastern Britain.


It would not be difficult to write a long, cheeky review drawing obvious parallels to the sounds on this cassette and coal mining, black subterranean hell-scape etcetera, or spout-off whimsically about the limited scope of the genre reaching the end of its relevance… but I refuse. In fact, the opposite is true, as no other sounds could be more relevant and as appropriate to the themes explored. And besides, this is not the time for cunning insight or clever turns of phrase… for now… is the time for bludgeoning! Now… is the time for strength, now… is the time to… survive! Using your hands and back during the day and your heart and soul in the night to express the woes of a lightless life that will cripple you as well as sustain your meagre existence in the pit. A harkening to a time in America’s infancy when songs of the Appalachia’s echoed over the hills. Songs of sorrow and endless toil but I do not intend to wax poetic over I life I do not truly know and besides, the crude power of this recording speaks for itself. Thus, I shall not cheapen the miserable articulation of its creator and intend to leave the proof right where it belongs, squarely in the pud

Track 1 is perhaps especially crushing.

Track 7 is an uncredited sample from a venerable miner reflecting on the death of one of his peers directly after just joining the colliery.

Aad Sleck is one Nihtgenge.

UK, 2018

Arabella – “Arabella” – [Spacement]

whngr   7/2/2021   7-inch, A Library

Crusty female-fronted Scream(?) Punk

Stoppy starty.

Clean/filthy vox.

Delicate/destructive.

Warbly and dissonant.

String harmonics.

Slow/fast.

Sweet/tortured.

Frenetic guitar (with up-strokes and angles) over note-intensive noodly bass runs.

Syncopated hand claps.One-two shuffles.

Passion meets lethargy like early west-coast Emo (Heroin or Indian Summer) with a bit of a Dischord Records sound. The innocence of youth corrupted by a lack of effectuality.

Dig the tripped out transparencies in the packaging, this might have felt pretty innovative at the time.

Their final release feels a bit dated for 2021, just like… your source (for convalescence).

No discernable FCC’s.

Reno, NV 2004

Nihill – “Grond” – [Hydra Head Records]

whngr   7/2/2021   A Library, CD

Longform Gnostic Black Metal from the Netherlands.

Clean, harsh, and artful in their portrayal of deep suffering.

Noisy interludes. 

Skulls crushed, serpents writhe, whispers hushed, sun dies.

Sounds large and perhaps high-minded but this does not detract from the power.

Hypnotically repetitive and demonically representative.

Nihill hung it up in 2019 when their lead screacher/bellower (Michiel Eikenaar) succumbed to cancer at 42.This album constitutes their second release in 2009.

Frater Ximenes Is Dead – “Demo II” – [Fragile Branch]

whngr   6/25/2021   A Library, Cassette

Dark ambient synth, samples, reverb,and Black Metal.

Honestly pretty relaxing… (track 1 weird and meditative) until it isn’t (track 2 devastative and weird).

Dreary drones, chanting, no fidelity grinding and churning with vomitous expulsions of sick, samples, conjuring(?), and then… bird-song. Self described “Ritual Black Metal”  by this disturbed and disturbing two-piece. Limited to 66 copies, a quantity that would make it difficult to refute any claim to the “cvlt” moniker. That’s right, have a “scare quote” or two, but at the end of the day it is night… and that is the only appropriate time to listen to this sinister cassette from Fragile Branch Records.

Campania/Calabria Italy – 2013

Human Failure – “Crown On The Head of a King of Mud” – [Caligari]

whngr   6/25/2021   10-inch, A Library

Werrrrrrroouuuuughhhh…

Downtuned cacophony, appalling aural battery. Fucking rough. No restraint, no fucks given. The chaotic noise death of one Daniel Cornejo of California is an abhorrent expression of sweeping contempt for human existence in these dark and most troubling times. Put down this beautifully shrouded, noose themed split 10″ from Caligari/Sentient Ruin on virgin white vinyl and get back into the jazz closet you fucking neophyte. This is not for you… unless your name is Honey Bear… and in that case, welcome back my Queen.

Rot In Hell – “Termini Terrae” – [Dark Empire Records]

whngr   6/25/2021   7-inch, A Library

Crushingly wicked HXC with a few nods to Black Metal and a full-on Black Metal aesthetic.

The skies part… and behold! The heavens raineth fire upon thee… and the earth is consumed in CONFLAGRATION!

Pervasive destruction at a blistering pace, samples, chugs, riffs, one guitar solo (borrowed from RATT?), and a bit of resonant feedback from this emphatic three-piece. 

U.K. 2012

Der Blutharsch – “Track of The Hunted, The” – [Wir Kapitulieren Niemals]

whngr   6/18/2021   A Library, CD

Fascistic Austrian Fetishism

Intermittently sullen and victorious war chants employing various synthesized instruments by one Albin Julius. Industrial/Ambient, minimal, hypnotic, and unnerving marches with folkish, martial underpinnings.

 
Beware the forbidden sounds venerating German heritage. What could be more dangerous than an idea? Julius has refuted any allegiance to the far right but has been connected with politically active conservatives, especially in the early years of Der Blutharsch, and would often utilize the imagery and symbology associated with National Socialism and German expansionism further strengthening associations with the likes of Douglas Pearce of Death In June and Boyd Rice. Curiously his output has more recently (d)evolved to include elements of a fuzzed-out (dark) psych outfit with several permanent players. However, “The Track of the Hunted” is an early work and thus is rife with the sounds that would one day trigger and propel Antifa into the streets to incite, harangue, bludgeon, and castrate any and all who refute their authority. Be careful what you think, modulate what you say, and suppress what you might do… they may be watching and they are prepared to persecute and to punish for the crime of wrongthink.

Owl, The – “#46 Hibernation” – [Owl Ripper Recordings]

whngr   6/18/2021   A Library, CD

Slightly Glitchy Drones

Barren and isolated. Hypnotic. Intermittently jarring. 

Remote. Hollow. The discomfort of dissociation.

Cold and digital. Brooding. Sonic paresthesia.


“Sound experiments since 1994. As THE OWL since Autumn 2018. Headphones advised.” States the bandcamp page of The Owl, also known as Paul Priest, an extremely prolific creator of albums veering through the realms of ambient, noise, and ambient noise. This album amounts to one of the few (and quite limited [30]) releases available on a physical format, it is interesting to note that The OWL primarily issues his sounds via a growing network of enthusiastic net-publishers and is readily available for correspondence if you are interested in making contact with a recluse who seems to possess indominable amounts productivity and dedication to his craft.

Smeaton, Bruce – “Iceman (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)” – [Southern Cross]

whngr   6/18/2021   12-inch, Soundtrack

Pensive orchestral fare with a predominant theme of transverse (bamboo?) flute.


Tension, release, tension, release. Drama, whimsy, discovery, resolution. It’s all tension and release. Floating, feeling, finding, flaying. Anxious, furtive stabs of viola, whimsical and alternately horrifying expulsions of over-blown flute, harp, timpani, plucking, pinching and protracted swells of strings, French (and perhaps other varieties of) horn all reinforcing themes of confusion, despair, realization, and deliverance. Track A5 (Vivarium) employs some furtive, curious electronic dabbling like drops of understanding falling into a pool of consciousness.


Iceman is a major-studio box office release from 1984 that hinges on the discovery of a paleolithic hominid (Neanderthal) dubbed Charley by the scientists who were able to resuscitate him from his 40,000 year cryogenic slumber and the ethical consequences of said action. Is he a man or a beast? A sentient being with autonomy or a living relic to be caged and studied? A film that I watched repeatedly in my early youth when I briefly had access to cable and was incapable of escaping the perceived safety of the suburban home I inhabited. Not a terrific film but one which presented interesting ideas that I am still considering deeply, what does it mean to be a man, and what does it mean to be free? I imagine a world covered in ice, one bristling with constant danger, where survival depends on your training, biology, and understanding of an incessantly hostile terrain. An existence surrounded by spirits and gods that deeply inform ones awareness and fate. A far simpler time with fire and blood, tooth and horn, family and foe, the stars and… ice. One where our world was filled with profound mysteries and brutal repercussions to even the slightest of missteps. And I wonder, would I have fared better then? Surely not. But I imagine I would not feel as disconnected, miserable, and hapless in a world that seems to be lacking in spiritual resonance while charging blindly, without hesitation, towards the obliteration of our “advanced” species.

Vortex Empath Xen / Moira Scar – “Between Worlds” – [Bat Noise]

whngr   6/11/2021   12-inch, A Library

Wan glam/death rock outta Oakland. A melancholic, driven, inspired, mournful, pitch-bent glimpse into a glimmer-realm of nocturnal isolation.

Bass guitar, drum machine, electric guitar, horn, synthesizer, a wide variety of vocalizations and reverb from this unique two-piece. Pop structure with powerful hooks that buried themselves in my brain, though grotesque and strange enough to cause me to recoil momentarily before curiosity would suck me in again. Like a Gustav Klimt if gold were sadness. Their live sets bring an added level of theater that deepens my enthusiasm, employing elaborate costumes that bolsters the psycho-necrotic fantasy. They appear to love a good vamp and the album that you now hold amounts to a ticket to the Theater of Magic. Other comparisons to Hesse’s Steppenwolf apply; Vortex Empath Xen is a project truly on the fringe, they have no peers, no scene, they appear conspicuously secluded. No censors or filters, we are offered a beautiful/horrific glimpse into a pristine world of pure creative expression. Albeit one that revolves around the profoundly bizarre. It is difficult to imagine Moira Scar caring much about what their critics, nor world thinks of them, they seem totally unencumbered by any judgement from any perspective of any plane or planet, they couldn’t make the albums they do if their drive wasn’t entirely detached from the derision that must surely befall their sweepingly unconventional vision. One that isn’t constrained by vocals that are in any semblance of pitch or mixes that adhere to traditionally established sensibilities and thus, you… have been warned. But you may find, as I have, that once you surmount your initial revulsion that you will find yourself returning to the well repeatedly to bask in the perturbed glow of unrecognized genius and to confirm that there is nothing else, in this world or the next, that will satisfy your disturbed proclivities quite like, V.E.X. / Moira Scar.

Dollhouse – “First Day of Spring, The” – [Toxic State]

whngr   6/11/2021   7-inch, A Library

Truly unhinged rock from members of Mommy, Hank Wood and the Hammerheads, L.O.T.I.O.N., Cheena, Pharmakon, et alia.

A Mental health reverie in four parts with hardcore punk elements. Both catchy and repulsive, this is my favorite kind of artistic expression, once the membrane of our awareness is penetrated we are drawn in but the closer we get to the source the more we want to pull away. Though no longer am I repelled. Instead I am driven like a moth to the flame of these beautiful and uncomfortable sounds from N.Y.C. with perhaps dire consequences. I just might be falling in love.

Toxic State 2021

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