Thursday, 5 September 2019
Review by Joey
Genre/s: Noisecore, Grindcore, Noisegrind
For Fans Of: Gore Beyond Necropsy, Anal Cunt, Limbs Bin, Seven Minutes Of Nausea
Infernal Legions Of Mordor is what happens when one person somehow winds up living in the middle of nowhere Texas, listening to garbage from all across the spectrum of metal/punk/noise, watching shitty movies and tv shows, being a memelord, actually caring about things that matter in the sociopolitical realm, and for whatever godforsaken reason decides to throw all of these things together into one manic sonic assault of ultrashit noisecore, presented in the most displeasurable way. And obviously, this is a good thing.
Do you like samples? I sure hope you do, because there are a lot of them. Mallrats, The Venture Bros (I wouldn't be surprised if the blast beats aren't just the built in beat H.E.L.P.eR. has sped up), and Twister all make appearances here, just to name a couple. I also would hope that you like obnoxious mixing, because the levels on this jump more than Drunks With Guns records from their first incarnations. This project is pure genius, and pulls off a tongue in cheek approach which most who attempt it fail. With the endless sea of boring and corny noisecore out there, ILOM is a beacon and a blessing we don't deserve, but got anyway.
If 34 songs in just over 6 minutes is your idea of a party, you better get ready to boogie down, fucker. If not, then I don't want to know you.
I'm not even going to bother typing this all out.
LISTEN / DOWNLOAD
Monday, 2 September 2019
Review by Joey
Genre/s: Industrial, Power Electronics
For Fans Of: Deathpile, Grunt, Con-Dom, The Sodality
Power electronics has always been a minefield of boring edgelords, cryptofascist dickheads, pretentious art nerds, and forgettable amateurs, all surrounding the few brilliant lights who bring something interesting to the table, have something worth saying, and which are deserving of merit. New Jersey's self-proclaimed "cripple power electronics" unit Frataxin is part of the latter, and in the past couple of years has really begun to come into their own. This latest tape, released on No Rent Records, is some of the most ferocious material from the project to date, and serves as a sign that things are only getting better (or worse, depending on your point of view) from here on out.
From the first awkward few seconds of plug sounds through the final shutoff, this tape drags the listener helplessly along a desperate, hellish path. Each harsh tone cuts like a knife, forcing anyone within earshot to suffer. Lyrically, the project focuses heavily on disability, but does so from a place of experience, rather than as a conceptual exploration. Musical prowess aside, that fact is a big part of why I think Frataxin should be held in the highest regards -- it's not just some tryhard dork yelling about turn of the century individuals with deformities (or Boyd Rice talking about how he wants to kill those with disabilities), it's a genuine and poignant look at the pain and alienation which able-bodied/neurotypical people not only can't, but also don't even try to grasp. This is truly powerful shit, overflowing with seething hatred and spite, and only the most casual listeners can sit through it and remain unmoved.
The tape is now sold out, but you can still listen to it. Honestly, not much has caught my ear this year, but this is definitely worth a listen.
1. Piss Dimple
2. Body Temperature
4. Morning Wound
LISTEN / DOWNLOAD