missive 237
19-08-2009
Singled Out
Missive 237
For Kel n’ Mark
Singled out ‘fumbles in the great sack of pop’
Time young folk to find your favourite duvet to hide under because what we have here is a broodingly eerie 8 track three way face off between some of the finest exponents of the out there sound currently operating on the scene today all pressed up on a dinky 3 inch CD and strictly limited to just 20 hand numbered copies - our incidentally is numero #15. Think I’m right in saying that all three have at some point featured in these pages previously - Endometrium Cuntplow having certainly caught our attention following their appearance on I blame the parents and Scotch Tapes. Again the work of that man - David Lucien Math eke - head honcho over at love torture who variously appears as assholemouthead (see last missive) and internal improv (whose album will appear here soon-ish). Boasting some 80 plus releases / compilation appearances to his name alone as Endometrium Cuntplow, this particular outing sees him stumping up four cuts mischievously titled ‘075’, ‘136’, ‘092’ and ‘146’ - all short sharp shock treatments that explore the micro worlds of noise / ambience which we must admit in the instance of the first three mentioned sound not unlike some devilishly devious mesmeric dream machine whose sole purpose it seems is to wipe the mind clean with its sequence of progressive hypnotic hums, its very wired and weird and clinically executed especially ‘136’ wherein we swear at one point the kitchen appliances where getting a tad frisky - how strange. That said the mood turns to something bordering oppressively dark for the parting ’146’ - scathing vapour trails of hissing artificial intelligence communiqués blister and splinter, howl and scream in a most decidedly unsettling way either that or it’s the magnified sound of a Mandrake screaming - whatever the case its certainly one for viewing fro the safety afforded by the rear of the sofa with all the lights on. Described by Discogs.com as a ‘circuit bending project’ Zebra Mu is the brainchild and creative noise alter ego of British sonic experimentalist Michael Ridge, here found gracing the grooves of this particular releases with three slabs of seriously distorted and fractured frequency manipulating, ’closely shaved mane’ is pushed to such high end sounds that it literally deteriorates in a white hot mass of fragmented goo that for the best part is barely audible to the human ear - though we must add here that our cat was seen to bolt at speed down the garden in a blur. ’well fed’ on the other hand is so violent and up front you fear your speakers will melt under the weight of the extreme attrition pouring through the monitors as the aural carnage of imploding swathes of skree and powered electronic brutality seek to exact their inhume primitive trepanning exercise upon your very personage. Those thinking of seeking solace with the parting ’human food pellets’ ought to consider their options, agreed its only a mere 91 seconds in length - though its more than enough time to reduce your listening space to rubble with its scalding onslaught. Rounding up the pack Clitoris Less Cunt - where do they get these names from we wonder - and er - worry. Already making himself fully known to us following his sonic branding upon our very person when we happened across his my space page one cold winters night shortly before Christmas, the mysterious CLC hails from Montreal and on this occasion unleashes ‘piste 1’ which we will start by describing as just f**kin evil before moving afoot at pace, a dread clipped holocaust of sound, a total resigned to the fates hollowness reigns, as with previous cuts mentioned here in the past something that should first and foremost appeal largely to admirers of Kylie Minoise and the At War with False Noise crew, deeply unsettling stuff that frankly just fills you with the most extraordinary disquiet and sense of hopelessness, not quite as extreme as the other butchered sonic bodies in his canon though were it might lessen in terms of the manic it more than makes up for in the macabre. Absolutely chilling stuff. www.myspace.com/lovetorture