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This supergroup is one of the tough ones, and if you mess up, you're dead, so I'm ready for my usual stage diving, hoping that the crowd below will hold me up…
…but if Aaron Turner & Co. had put Brian Eno as producer, perhaps we would have unveiled the mystery hidden in the group's burnt-out minds.
Sudden interludes, perhaps dictated by a strange form of obsessive-compulsive syndrome, made of silence, distant metallic roars, and feedback with ambient/industrial features, as if wanting to neutralize the group's innate hardcore nature, paradoxically seem to be at the complete mercy of the frontman's corrosive screams and distorted guitars, as if courting an insane Mathcore.
All of this is enough to hurl you into those burning lands of endless kilometers, who knows in what damn lost place with Middle Eastern flavors, whose premise would precisely be to burn your last remaining synapses, at the end of this nice project lasting 20 minutes.
Enough to inhibit any form of reaction and to send your entire nervous system to hell. Result … total panic.
But in 1999, surely in the distance, from our doomed post, we would have seen post-atomic cities screaming at the sky through tongues of fire, whose caustic ashes would have polluted the air for hundreds of miles, relentless contamination marking a fate now inescapable.
Just as the reddish Maghreb surfaces rage smoking under those burning suns, so we, in our empathetic/epidermal syllogisms, find our smoking neurons wandering in the boundless void of this project, which, among terrifying screams, graceless rhythmic sections hand in hand with feedback and screeches as if they were napalm scarnifications, we take the path of nothingness among ambient galaxies and interstellar voids as if nothing ever happened…
This project is a true monster with features of Post-Hardcore, Sludge, Unclassifiable, Industrial, Mathcore, and more… a nice auditory prologue to the group's subsequent projects that we like so much… indeed!
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Flood I (00:50)
wind swept down herd moves east old life gone sea meets sky lay it to rest flood rest to me flood choking in
08 Poisoner (00:42)
the way down the weight down left hand to throw salt from my eyes my eyes my eyes potent poisoned well
10 Vipers (00:50)
red snakes the vipers black as crow eyes sick as lead tongue vipers flow south spit as red tongue venom flows forth
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