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The summary comes from the minimal cover. If one wanted to discover what is contained within this new release from the guys from Belfast, Pennsylvania, that human body in free fall that evaporates and begins to disappear into the deepest black is the ultimate essence not of the new musical endeavor, but of a collaboration that has united the United States with the Land of the Rising Sun, bringing to the extreme shores of the hardcore scene (and here I note an aside), a character like Masami Akita who, firstly, needs no introduction and secondly has no need to know the most bewildering and dissonant noise. He created it. In electronics, since 1979. A combination that inevitably aroused curiosity and, beneath it all, hype. Because if there's one thing that Full of Hell have shown they know how to do in their still young career, it's to constantly refine their shot, starting from a debut like "Roots Of Earth Are Consuming My Home" which, released on A389 Recordings, kept in line with the extreme hc and more deviated/abrasive/caustic/putwhateveradjectivemetalwanna they have approached through EP, singles, sophomore release to harsh shores, flirting precisely with that galaxy of the most impenetrable and disturbing electronics. It's no surprise that they have launched into a double-disc experimentation, where in the first part Merzbow will invade Full of Hell's compositions and in the second part, it will be the inverse. All in the name of a very sick and claustrophobic symbiosis.
The premises were necessary and what "Burst Synapse" announces is not a warning, but rather the raw and bare reality of the sound odyssey of this journey that bombards from start to finish from all sides. It burns, indeed. The sonic blows launched by Full of Hell in a formula that now defining as hardcore is rather reductive are incendiary. The backbone, the skeleton is there, but our guys have covered and buried it under an avalanche of grind obsessiveness, with echoes of the more lightning-fast Napalm Death or rough Terrorizer: names of a certain caliber, in short. But this is not the only thing that strengthens Full of Hell. There are the convulsions caused by death influences that regurgitate very acidic bolts in the span of a minute and annihilate in their deafening impact. It's a torment that knows no end, indeed it evolves and matures into sludge glimpses, beautifully viscous and slowed that in their density will make you feel suffocated in a room of two square meters, where there is just a little window with a view dedicated to a sulfurous landscape. I would even like to write you that at a certain point a melody comes in to reassure you for a moment, but not at all. On the contrary, Merzbow slowly insinuates adding noise to noise or, as in the case of the eclectic and atypical (by the standard of Full of Hell) "LuDJet Av Gud" transports to an even gloomier and apocalyptic dimension, where you can hear in the distance the anguished cries of a traveler who has lost the right way (no, it's not Dante and Virgil does not appear between first/second record, sorry) and lost gazes out the last words before dying. Here it is, the disturbing scenario is this and don't think that among scratches, growls, and crooked cleans the words uttered are trivial, on the contrary, the lyrics, if you happen upon them, are of a truly intriguing poetic nihilism.
But just when you were perhaps recovering, "Ergot" kicks in, which instead inaugurates the Merzbow chapter on which the discomfort of Full of Hell manages to emerge in the form of repetitive industrial strokes of the drums, rather than buzzing guitars that clash violently against the distorted vision of the Japanese artist. Oh, I admit, I don’t know him very well. Oh, I don't have time to listen to all 50 records produced. But more or less I got an idea, and I have to say that here inside there is not only pure irrational construction, no-sense, or rather, sure, not many references are granted, one definitely leaves estranged from the discomfort the suites create, but there is a line, a guiding thread to cling to before the noise rope unravels completely leaving you submerged by Akita’s experimental corrosive lava exists and persists. With difficulty, but it persists. There is no room for reassuring solutions and compromises, that is certain. Humanity has failed and all the despair comes to the surface, with primordial chaos thrown there to smother emotions. The echoes of reassuring dreams become silent and "Full of Hell x Merzbow"brings down the darkness, nothing to say. It's the end of the road, and Profound Lore from the cold Ontario truly saw it right to support a lethal mix of this type. It's not exactly the ideal Christmas record, let's say. But oh well, no one is perfect, right?
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