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.
Grave Blankets discuss the piecing together of their debut EP. They describe how the band formed and they also articulate an intriguing notion whereby each member’s contributions to the band’s output are for the collective of the outfit and not for egotistical inflation.
Interspersed throughout the frigid void writhing, feverish outbursts of death industrial erupt and sometimes, molten heaps of sheet metal eek to create scathing harsh noise textures.
We tread through eons of cobwebs and dust accumulating in the Tower Of Silence and attempt to unearth its dreary secrets.
In episode twenty-seven, we vacate the halls of bone and flesh to journey to the quirky, synth-laden krautrock mountain of worms on Return to Worm Mountain’s eponymous LP. We get doused in the effervescent ambient energy of FOUDRE!’s Kami 神 and we get smoked out by the delectably hefty stoner doom crunch of Azimuth from Summoned by Giants.
In episode twenty-two, we are cloaked in the droning, industrial-tinged sound palettes of Grave Blankets’ self-titled debut EP. We get hanged, drawn and quartered by the technical, groove-laden death metal savagery of Cognitive’s new LP, Matricide, and we stride across the neon synth skylines of MULE’s future retro debut record, Music for B-Movies.