Showing posts with label Blood on the Mercy Seat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blood on the Mercy Seat. Show all posts

BLOOD ON THE MERCY SEAT
“I Love Jesus Like A Good Catholic Girl Does” C23 &
“The Giddy Limit” C40
(Sara Laughs)



"ILJLAGCGD" finds BOTMS in a full frontal freak-out sesh for 23:06 straight, with the ghost-sheddings of Tony Conrad’s shredded horsehairs littered about the ground, obscuring notes & manifestos inspired by Glenn Branca and Jesus “Dada" Christ, herself.
“The Giddy Limit”, in juxtaposition, proves a tamer companion-piece/antidote for the previous album’s unrestrained mania. All the discordant drones, mumbly-rambled lamentations and guitar-as-percussive-forces are still present, just slowed & stretched out. Still distilled chaos, just now with a li’l less desperation.

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-- Jacob An Kittenplan

BLOOD ON THE MERCY SEAT
“Demonic Operators, Hear My Voice”
C32 (self-released)




Baltimore trip metal noiseniks Blood on the Mercy Seat drop a three-track self-released, self-recorded, self-designed tape that positively brims with raw intensity. Utilizing all kinds of terrible instruments (sax, percussion, samples, loops, whatever they can probably get their hands on), BOTMS conjure atmospheres that are almost certain to cause fits of rage, epileptic seizures, religious ecstasy, or prolonged scientific inquiry. Surely intended to raise malevolent spirits, “Demonic Operators, Hear My Voice” is a message broadcast into the darkness, into the black, into the metaphysical realms where such operators, ranging in power and influence, reside. Judging from the tingling response I’m getting in my extremities, along with the sudden appearance of blood spraying from all parts of my body, I feel like these “Demonic Operators” are listening. We should probably be careful from here on out.

Blood on the Mercy Seat

--Ryan