Various Artists
Spasm Sampler #1

My copy is number 348, then one reads around that it is a limited edition of 200 copies, where's the deception? Of course, when you listen to this cassette contained in a little plastic book (which one day, like everyone else, broke in the middle with a "Stock!" when opened), you find no deceptions. Disconcerting, yes, for the variety of underground mystifications hidden behind a canonical nomenclature of the pieces, but the chronological regularity stops there.

Upon listening, the layers of the unexpected confuse us quite a bit, also because when I bought it I was advised to listen to it immediately to check that everything was okay, as some copies were defective. And on the first play, I doubted I got a dud, but already on the second, I began to smell the burnt scent of a nice roast leaning towards the transcendent from entities light-years away from the behavioral clichés imposed from the outside that try to stupefy us as much as possible with "melody, chorus, and die."

Sibylline airs on the pieces a bit more "calm," evident freak-outs without consideration on the lively pieces, conscious psychic destructions on offering that post-wave metaphysical paradise, here is the deadly evolution that unfolded before me.

And do not make the mistake of framing the pieces closer to industrial punk as secondary to more ethereal passages: the unity of intent permeates everything, like smoking 200 cigarettes at once and entering through the main door of the Guinness World Records for a well-deserved lung cancer and to say "Hey, I was also on the cover!", wearing those sunglasses for more charisma to attract the cancerous cells.

And the parade of desired sufferings unraveled from the magnetic tape gives us sublime moments of impersonality where eclecticism is relegated to a piece of furniture, letting us savor alien substance.

The strokes inside this mound of hydrocarbon liquids increase in frequency and in the backstroke style, we are given the vision of a black sky, a reflection of the inflammable tank, where the density of the million-year-old formation distillate easily keeps the physical body afloat but where we must necessarily raise attention on the subtle body that tends to abandon itself to the afterlife with these cynical atmospheres.

But we are at ease, there is no duality, there is no opposition, there is a glimmer of tasting our pure position in the eternal return, without departure.

Package includes: 40 Min. High Bias Chrome Tape and Silk Screened Prints Designed by the Artists.