It begins with a sharp shriek of feedback and then.... The guitars explode in waves of distortion and fifteen shades of treble, pummelling percussion that’s more about sheer brutality than simple timekeeping and vocals that sound like broken glass and gasoline scream from somewhere in the frenzy of noise. There’s little to be said of the production here and there are no concessions to clarity. Any semblance of individual chords or notes is lost to the squalling mesh of top-end and the mess of distortion that obliterates bass and drums.
Every track – and of the 15 here, only two clock in at over two minutes – is an act of violence, a bloody catharsis of frenzied rage. Long before the album was through I was fired up to punch walls, my face had melted and I fear I’ll have tinnitus for life. Which is kinda the point, I guess...
Kromosom Online
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