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..I......I..can't do it....seriously.....this album....devastated me...in the true sense of the word....emptied me......of my soul......of my trivial thoughts........and of my life ess-Nah let's forget about this cheap theatrical act that no one fell for, okay!
Today I want to talk about an album that really scared me, excluding the theatrical act I just mentioned!
I'm talking about TRTRKMMR, whose name is pronounced Torture Kammer, a mix between the English "torture" and the German "Kammer," which means "chamber," literally "torture chamber"... a more appropriate name could not exist! They are a one-man American band formed and shaped by one Brad Dumville, a former member of a defunct Sludge/drone band, Otesanek, from which he emerged after their breakup to create this incredibly sick and indescribable solo project, TRTRKMMR. Their genre is practically a mix between Black Metal and Harsh Noise, a genre born in the '90s that is practically not music, it's noise, PURE NOISE! Our Brad thought it would be nice to mix Gorgoroth with Merzbow! The album reviewed here, "Avec la souillure nous entrons au règne de la terreur," from 2015, is the band’s first true recorded effort, if we exclude the split released a few years earlier with Dead Times, and I swear, I said it before.....this album truly scared me....As soon as you play it, you first hear a small ambient sample, then typically black mosquito-like chords..................and then...............THE...DELIRIUM! Walls of noise that throw you from side to side, electronic drums pumped to the Lo-Fi limits (and sometimes you can tell it's essentially programmed in semi-chiptune), cacophonic screams pitched up and down epileptically, scratched sounds, atrocious bangs that make your ears explode as if it were a jumpscare, samples and intros from movies, or something else, in English and French, and sometimes you can even hear BINAURAL WAVES............FREAKING.........BINAURAL WAVES, that, if you're not careful, will have you hanging yourself like it was Lavender Town Syndrome! And lastly, let's conclude this madness with an analysis of the cover and the artwork in the booklets, shall we? On the front, there's a wolf's head surrounded by an 1800s-style iron gate, while on the back and in the booklet there are epileptic and sick black-and-white images, entwined statues, altered portraits, and foreign symbols that are really scary. Plus, if you buy the vinyl, limited edition, inside you'll also find a numbered print, which, besides the various symbols I've talked about before, features a peculiarity: the image found on the album cover, the wolf's head, reproduced in "Rorschach inkblot" style, colored blood red... and it is said that on the prototype of that print, the wolf was made with Brad Dumville's own blood, a bit like Denis Forkas did when he created the cover for "The Satanist" by Behemoth, using Nergal's blood (and if you didn't know it, now you know it). If you like the genre listen to it, obviously taking the necessary precautions, such as: staying in a room on the ground floor that has no chandeliers or ropes, staying as far away as possible from blades, razors, or firearms, and above all, not watching Pomeriggio 5.
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