Unsane
Blood Run

Chris Spencer and the blood-stained, mortuary, unhealthy brigade resume their artistically vital, grotesque journey after a long seven-year "biological standstill."

The crucial point of restart/reprise is exactly that noise-vertex content well-known to Unsane aficionados ("Scattered, Smothered.."): practically skipping the numbing monolithic/clanging of the last studio effort "Occupational Hazard" (not entirely convincing according to some ramblers), the original and quintessential 'Insane,' in classic lineup, naturally reclaim with absolute ease the filthy and bloody scepter of the most genuinely credible and fierce seismic noise rock reality, of which they are the creator of the most (positively) unhealthy sonic magma of the Big Apple.

If it isn't (humane) blood, sweet, nauseating, sticky, repulsive, which (with eyes closed...) fluently flows/pours copiously from the speakers of the patched-up (and intimidated) pseudo-plunderphonic system, it's not quite there. A sound/matter endowed with an organic, specific, and "meaty" (and corporeal) density.

"Blood Run" could be the perfect musical guideline for the visionary curses (The Addiction) of Ferrara's cinematic memory: a sound a-melodic, heavy, sublimely distorted, sordid, but contextually endowed with rejuvenating and exhilarating vivid ferocity. Obviously (and thankfully) the piercing acoustic substance shaped in this swift half-hour of dangerous, slick descent into the filthy recesses of the (sub)human psyche is almost the same as the early nineties: a suffocating, percussive, overflowing Noise-Rock pushed to the maximum of its delirious potential and expressible audio-paranoia, catapulted to its extreme and spectacular consequences.

"Make Them Prey" literally skins the hide off with those (recognizable) rending circular guitars, "D Train" literally wipes out any possible soothing belief: relentless with its thunderous percussive gusts, or yet "Release" an authentic sound wall where they invite/compel us, without any pity, to smash. The acoustic abyss into which they push and force us leaves one genuinely stunned and (totally) satisfied for its salvific, ferocity and killer audio-clarity... a (another) dark dimension in which it was believed Unsane no longer had the audio-capabilities to thrust us.

By Jove, truly impressive.