Sonic Youth
Sonic Death

THE REVIEW

It is clear that a Bad Moon Rising is undeniable in its ferocity, but a little thought on the forerunners of noise presented without premeditation, like this "early sonic," should not be overlooked. And here, everything expected is missing, but also the unexpected underground.

There is no addiction in seeking disruptive shores that disintegrate even the most extreme attempt to explore situations which, due to their alien force, we remove from our psyche. There is an awareness of an abduction that throws us into a point of no return, where, I repeat, things like Confusion Is Sex, Bad Moon Rising, Sister, and Evol seem like orderly chaos compared to this.

The noise possession is total and impersonal; we are given a moment of non-thought in immediate nihilism, reinforced by the live act, in an immersion chaining irreversible precipitations of primordial psychic magma. And the rape could not but generate two untitled twins on cassette tape. A Janus-faced bastard is given once and for all.

And the depth, the darkness of the performance is crystalline; there are no shadows, neither mental nor physical. The sound wall doesn’t bounce anything back; it transcends. And we experience the here and now of Nosferatu, where, having verified the leap due to the lack of noise organization, we observe that no death leads you to the disorganization of eternity; there is a flow both overwhelmed and overwhelming.

We play with possessions, we bring out the "best" of ourselves, the help of screams that circumnavigate buried horrors corroborates a cleansing of our miseries. Liberating and pure is the black pitch that inexorably flows and covers us. The impact is devastating because it forces you to "remember the abduction," the brutal awakening is desired more and more over time but it doesn’t give addiction, it doesn’t lead into temptation.

And for this proof of sanctity, we can only be grateful and devoted because it tears a breach in the wall of unawareness that surrounds us. "In the beginning, it was the Word," and the Word was an explosion of noise...