Lietterschpich

I Cum Blood in the Think Tank

Heart & Crossbone

Um, yeah, what they said

Again with the scary Israelis on the Heart & Crossbone label trying to invade my earholes with their fucked-up psych carnage. OWWW! I give! Whereas Grave in the Sky (elsewhere this issue) send me drooling to sludge nirvana, Lietterschpich do an electro shuffle on my skull via samplers, mixers and fx. And the result is much the same: spaced-out repetitions, demented shouting and extreme loudness that serves to disorient and agitate. Zombie plodding, buzzing, screeching, white noise, black noise, oscillations, reverberations, sick-making wobbly waves of death elektroniks: This album has it all for you or the noise-head in your life.

Why does aggression and hate and thick bubbling black goo feel so right sometimes? You'll have to ask my shrink. If you can find where I buried him. I suppose it's a perfect counterpoint to the relatively mundanity of day-to-day existence. Unless you live on the friggin' West Bank or something. Then you probably wouldn't want to go near the stuff. Luckily, I don't live in war-torn climes. So my shell-shock—wimpily—comes from art like this. From a country as divided and as filled with uncertainty as Israel. It's no comfort, I'm sure, but I feel their pain. And I thank them for the cosmic monster music. Because even when it hurts like hell, it feels so very good. —Scott Seward