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Rating: Alphabet says Gerda.
On the cusp of the Filthy Marca for something like twenty years, Gerda are sacrilegious co-sponsors (the others are Lleroy, which I already mentioned) of a place I believe to be fissured with overcrowded cracks of limbs imploring air, but the air is low and mephitic: swamp fishers inhale it, catching baitless fish with already white eyes that they call death, their gills clogged by mud produce whistles on the surface. Then abandoned relics of the repelled from the Gothic Line, other Christians drowned and overwhelmed, scourge-eels, ichthyic fetuses, in the sense of ichthyosis.
Pesaro is an intelligent woman, said a gaggio. Jesi is a woman with a vaguely harelip who amidst the southern women in Bologna seeking a mate, seeks a tormentor for role play.
The Lleroy declare it, to play mudcore. The veteran Gerda have transitioned from a slow hc that I would say is overall canonical, though marked by malevolent suggestions, to the systematic exploration of unpleasantness at every level. The scream has become deeper, guttural and phlegmy (the voice runs out live in about fifteen minutes); thus even more true. The structures extended, as if committed not to cling to memory. From the listening of Black Queer, there will remain not a phrase, a riff, a break, but a feeling of dismay. Black Faggot, a song called Terzo Regno. Bassist moving like a tarantula, thighs at one hundred eighty degrees. Muscle tonality, dry reverberations on the voice. Sea is a perverted surf. Hafenklang, the most representative, in its seven minutes and beyond, initially seems to lead to a screamo, but then becomes an atmospheric black hybrid in progression brought towards nothing, just other progressions that never resolve in the tonal key you would call. Or Night, the most intricate intrigue in the labyrinth: it becomes difficult to identify not only the tonalities but also the tempo; almost a jam where all the gathered strive to play the most haggard, clumsy, dissonant phrase possible. Only the scream, irreducible to words, directs.
Then the perversion of wanting more.
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