I have an ancient fear of wasps and hornets; ever since I was stung by many of these insects as a child in a forest near where I live.
And paradoxically, it was precisely the cover image that caught my attention when I bought this EP by the sound terrorists Pitchshifter many years ago; English from Nottingham, where they formed in the late eighties, guided by the steady hands of the Clayden brothers.
After debuting the year before with the album "Industrial," they changed record labels, landing at the court of Her Majesty "Earache." They inaugurated this collaboration by releasing "Submit" in the early months of 1992: their best work, the one that best represents their so-called evolutionary sound. An Industrial-Death worthy of competing with Godflesh from those glorious years; adding to this a massive dose of electronics that would later take up more and more space as their career progressed.
Heavy rhythms, with a tense and obsessive drum machine; a bastard growl, guitars repeating the same hypnotic loops endlessly. Oppressive and oppressing.
It starts with the fierce "Gritter," the link between the Flesh of God and Fear Factory. A complex, thoughtful sound that maintains rhythms that are never too fast. It's the subsequent "Deconstruction" that clarifies their belligerent intentions: it really seems like listening to the early works of Prodigy, which have incorporated a metallic component into their electronic loops that can bring down the walls. It's impossible to resist this auditory assault.
The massive movements of "New Flesh P.S.I." bring them closer to the sound of Scorn, with those vocal samples that create a severe sense of anguish: it leaves you breathless. Finally, we reach "Bastardiser," which is supported in its spiraling advance by a sharp guitar that draws empty and aseptic geometries, reminiscent of a carcassian operating room.
This apocalyptic-experimental journey toward nothingness lasts just under thirty minutes.
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Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Deconstruction (03:56)
I see this look, I see this sad look.
And all I do, all I seem to do.
I just adopte you this same face, the same face.
Reaction forced. Theres nothing there.
And its always, always, always the same.
Torn apart, screetching down.
Its all there. And its all there.
And if I don't, then it wont. And if I don't, then it wont.
Tell me how, how, how to feel.
Bleeding throw, crunching down.
Wasted conection, conection
And its always, always, always the same.
My shards defy you.
And I feel you pushing down.
And its all there. Its all there.
And if I don't, then it wont. And if I don't, then it wont. Tell me how, how, how to feel.
I will not be forced down, I see this passive rage.
Take this, you take this.
And its always, always, always the same.
09 Deconstruction (05:06)
I see this look, I see this sad look.
And all I do, all I seem to do.
I just adopte you this same face, the same face.
Reaction forced. Theres nothing there.
And its always, always, always the same.
Torn apart, screetching down.
Its all there. And its all there.
And if I don't, then it wont. And if I don't, then it wont.
Tell me how, how, how to feel.
Bleeding throw, crunching down.
Wasted conection, conection
And its always, always, always the same.
My shards defy you.
And I feel you pushing down.
And its all there. Its all there.
And if I don't, then it wont. And if I don't, then it wont. Tell me how, how, how to feel.
I will not be forced down, I see this passive rage.
Take this, you take this.
And its always, always, always the same.
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