Nocturnal Emissions
Drowning In A Sea Of Bliss (Anthems Of The Meat Generation)

THE REVIEW

The primate's filtered screams through the machines at the beginning of "Norepinephrine" represent much more than a mere warning; the perception of the surrounding reality must change. Already from those animalistic sounds, one enters a hallucinatory yet lucid state of alert. The body is a bundle of nerves, crackling matter, tense, vigilant.

It's necessary to unthink oneself to venture into the ferocious whirlwind of vexations and sensory deprivations that this work imposes. Only the most basic, instinctive, and primordial zones of the brain necessary for survival must remain active. No interruptions will be provided, the tracks will flow into one another, overflowing with muriatic acid, tar, and generous, ingenious quartomondiste sound pours that are toxic and psychoactive, occasionally transforming into thick and lascivious grooves as murky and brackish as swamp mud.

It seems to leverage everything on the body, to regain awareness and control of the body. The mind as an abstract concept, thought as a destabilizing element, to withdraw the body from a deadly routine of obsessive, lazy, and useless gestures, hallucinations and steady nerves, totally lucid deliriums and ravings, the body is a weapon.

"Drowning In A Sea Of Bliss (Anthems Of The Meat Generation": 40 plus minutes of industrial malaise.