A
solid half-hour of industrial noise, Midwestern 90’s hardcore punk
chugga-chugga breakdowns and…deep jungle music? This one man sweat-fest manages
to make enough racket for a full five piece, simultaneously “pounding them
skins” as they say, whilst also hollering through a mélange of effects pedals.
The toms and cymbals (?) are also triggering a buncha noisy/texturally
amplified gizmos, thus confusing the shit out of anyone who might want to
pigeon-hole this genre-bending chap. I imagine ravers and, for lack of a better
term “those prone to mosh” all scratching the backs of their bobbing,
perspiring noggins to these unforgiving
beats.
If
you get the tape, there’s a bonus track of some of the deepest, ugliest, bowel-churning,
near-brown-notes I’ve ever heard strung together…for a solid 10+ minutes. My
tummy hurts.
and/or
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- Jacob An Kittenplan
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