While I’m tempted to start this off with a bit
of snark, as in, “Oh, Suffering Profusion, probably gonna be a breezy afternoon
with this one,” I won’t (though I sort of did), because of the d(r)ead seriousness
of the material and its affiliation with Nailbat Tapes, whom we like quite a
bit. Also, Suffering Profusion isn’t your run-of-the-mill noise artist with an
impenetrable wall of static and feedback. No, Suffering Profusion is all over
the map, a maestro of dynamics within the genre. A little blistering feedback
here, a little rumble of low-EQ’d tectonics there, a few healthy doses of
glitch and faltering connections, some heavily processed tortured vocals, a bit
of proto-industrial clang and thrash (as in, “thrashing about in a seizurely
way”), and voila! You have Obsiliatary.
I don’t know what Obsiliatary means
either, but it can’t be good.
This is serious stuff, a heaving beast of
transgressive activity, a deeply disturbed chronicle of anguish, a blood-soaked
missive to the world. It’s also sonically rich and refuses to be pinned to one
genre or another. But it’s extreme – don’t get me wrong, this thing’s extreme.
And the more you listen to it, the more you’ll be able to decode the throes of
misery Suffering Profusion is wallowing in. It’s remarkably cathartic, and
wildly listenable too – so much to dig through!
--Ryan
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