Aaargh! What
is this making my subwoofer using all of its muscles? Deafening and
disturbing harsh industrial noise with rare interventions of distorted
voices (not vocals, though), dissonant guitars, and mountains of hammering
FX!
Just 2 trax recorded live ad-libbing for almost 72 minutes, of which
the 2nd lasts almost 57, but it's also the more groovy, if you allow
me this term.
During the 1st, "MBR not MSBR", sometimes it seems
you're being drilled by a mad dentist, in others that a gas tube bursts
in your face, or that you're being engulfed by a crumbling mine. Later
it sounds like the mike's been set hanging on Etna's mouth, then
inside a spaceship full of creatures like "Alien"'s
trilogy, where there's a hole undertowing you towards the open space,
to soon be brought to a NIN-like show in which guitars and mikes are
broken galore; whereas "Never Mind the MSBR, here's the MBFR"
(?) might make the sick mind of a necrophiliac serial killer, fan
of "Matrix"'s futuristic environments mixed with the
nuclear blasts of 200 suns, happy.
Sonic extremism has found a new dimension; I s'pose it's difficult to
find out something more perverted, putrid and apocalyptical.
Definitely not for the narrow-minded or pussies. DO FEAR THE NAPALM!
MARKUS GANZHERRLICH - 10/11/02
Contact:
Radek Kopel; Lipovà 1123; 434 01 Most - Czech Rep.
napalmed@volny.cz
; www.napalweb.host.sk
