Enduring a Sisyphean struggle to attain ascension.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
This is a fearful record for sure, but it is a fear that cannot ebb away simply because you are not in control of it. In other words, paranoia.
While you’re nursing your rusty tetanus-filled wounds, be prepared to dance your way to a cyber beat.
Excellent experimental ep from Lamb. A consolidation of anguish and growth.
Commands from beyond.
Succinct reviews of some cybergrind, harsh noise/industrial, and hardcore-infused death metal.
“Send my body to Arby’s.”
A monolithic cyborg compactor that dwells in the fringes of space, slowly glassing and obliterating planets with surgical precision.
“All the wrath of god, none of the salvation.”
Duncan Ritchie discusses his latest Cryo Chamber effort, Alive With Scars. He speaks about some of his field recording techniques, the album’s artwork, and how living with Multiple Sclerosis has ultimately served as a touchstone of influence for all of his compositions, old and new.
From the eerie crawl of nausea-inducing orchestral strings to the gaping maw of hopeless black ambience and the bone-piercing industrial beats, Alive with Scars harbors tones immediately familiar to those acquainted with Duncan’s work, though it simultaneously treads new sonic terrain, bringing us closer toward understanding his existence with Multiple Sclerosis.