Austin’s No Deads are milking the darkness for
sustenance. That’s what I’m getting out of “Τάρταρος” anyway, which is Greek
for Tartarus, the mythological “deep abyss that is used as a dungeon of torment
and suffering for the wicked and as the prison for the Titans.” Thanks
Wikipedia! So you’re telling me you can find Thanos there? “Endgame” was way
off.
Anyway, the noise trio grinds its gears against
the afterlife, layering sheets of tone and effects on each other, backmasking
rhythm, feeding back through crummy amps – you know, everything a proper noise
band does. With almost ritualistic intent, No Deads aims at resurrecting the
nefarious, and absolutely succeeds – spirits will rise, spirits will go forth. And
of course, there’s nothing good that can come out of this, nothing wholesome or
even mildly helpful – it’s all a heaving mass of unholy destruction. You’ll get
your marching orders. You’ll be on your way to Tartarus – or worse.
--Ryan
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