Spotlight: Various Artists – The Alliance

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Seismic activity had increased in the area around Los Angeles, as Nostilevo together with Vacation Vinyl – prepared for their overtake of the industrial latitude in and around the United States. An alliance was formed which was referred to “The Alliance“, a compilation of the most hard-working and dedicated crowd within the field of claustrophobic industrial, experimental noise, apocalyptic harsh industrial, psychedelic noise – and other innovative people in and around this group. Craow (Sean Halpin) rose from the depths of Cyborg City, to infuse his field of expertise, within the group. Checkered beats that are thrown around into a pitfall of dampened industrial, with the cataclysmic atmosphere of noise itself. Scorpio & Glass (K. Reinshagen), the definition of psychotic harsh noise, descended upon Los Angeles to spread his monotonic terror. As the repetitive sounds hooked themselves into the brains of the futile human beings in the nearby area, he disappeared without a trace. Fairlight Empress shone his light upon the now decimated city, as his grainy (Greh Holger) but stingy arsenal of roughed up beats descended upon the unknowing, in a swirl of industrialized fervor. This is certainly a darkened but enigmatic source of sonic barbarianism.

Inspiring other fighters to join their ranks, Avellan Cross (Elden M.) fused his minimal electronics with the hypnotizing repetitiveness of acidic waste. It’s a taste you will not forget in the first place, so please wash your mouth (and ears) before you continue. Siobhan, what can be said? Generally the toughest of sound-scapes, combining the harshness of the collective that calls themselves “The Alliance” – with the relentless strikes of psychotic experimental industrial. Liable (K. Reinshagen) teamed up internationally, with Nepoštovanje I Glupo, as we descend into their common territory. Lots of dark ambient, with the ritualistic industrial you’d least expect to be used upon the common foe – the common people. Ritual Howls, on the other hand, is not a collaboration. It’s a joint operation with a team of hardened combatants that deliver to you the post-punk spirit encapsulated with an unforgiving atmosphere, which gives you the creeps that chill you to the bone – amidst the rituals that are chanted within the sound-scape. Yeah, basically, just check out their name. It’s frightening enough as it is.

Well, for once Mammal decided to not go solo and join the ranks. His low-keyed and acoustic vibrations doom you to hell and back if you’d even care to listen. His overt misanthropy would have a nihilist convert to a more happier ideology, as whatever he touches turns into the gray landscape he paints so eloquently in the post-apocalyptic atmosphere his tongue lets him moves himself in. David Allen could be one of them, for all I know, but it’s not what I know that’s important right now. He contributes with the plain and simple movements of harsh noise, as he pierces your eardrums with the repetitive but annihilating sounds which would’ve been better placed within the industry of making bombs. Yes, he’s bombing your mind with different associations, as the monotonous noises hack away on your sensitive brain. Nothing for the weak. Phase Fatale (Hayden Payne) bring us back to our senses, even though the lyrics are too cold for us. His almost poppy minimal synth experience invite us to be hopeful once more, whilst he strikes us from behind with his dagger. We’re falling, because he tells us to fall. Tis’ way more melodious.

Now, please, don’t get any closer. Hand To God will smite you with the ungodly wrath. Crackling noises that creep right next to you make you feel like you’re in near proximity to something living, which only brings you the ungodly insect that quickly snaps away the rest of the hope you might’ve had. An almost claustrophobic experience that settles from different angles, as the intensity of sound moves closer to that of fire. Run while you can. Desire XXVII (or Desire XXI) shapes the world, and Los Angeles, the way The Alliance first wanted it to be. Their natural playground for seismic experiments, sonic adventures and absurd musical enhancements. Basically, it’s their playground and their will, if you don’t shape up – you’ll be assimilated. Volcanic and naturalistic noise that tears up the ground and make you stumble around. Last but not least, you’re invited to the rebirth of the world. Blue Krishna (Alex Jarson) lends his hands to you as you’re awoken, or rebirthed. The mixture of spiritualistic new-wave with electronic overtones have a clarity of its own. You’re now revitalized and a part of The Alliance.

The Alliance is a compilation that was released by K. Reinshagen’s eminent label Nostilevo. Unfortunately, the Invisible Guy didn’t have much of a choice last year – therefore it was covered today. You should buy “The Alliance” on cassette, since it features new material from all these acts. It’s a sonic trip that lasts 60 minutes. If that isn’t enough for you to buy into it, then why won’t you scramble and leave? Okay, it only costs ten dollars to receive this physical artifact and compilation. So go and buy it, to support Nostilevo and Vacation Vinyl.

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