Men Of Bissau, Avellan Cross and Siobhan – are all a part of the April batch of cassettes from one of my favorite label(s) Nostilevo. Three cassettes whose sound-scape become alike, but differentiate in many ways. “To Heal In Paradisó” is the first effort, “TECHNOISE [MTN K7]” the second, and “Enhancer” the third. The last-mentioned release is a re-release of a 2010 cassette – the debut-album by Siobhan. Welcome the new wave of industrial from the heartland of urban Detroit, to San Fransisco heat, and the global experiment and throwback reference of “Club Baraka” – the first release by Men Of Bissau, ever. Featured in the first section of three for you to listen to [#1], is Men Of Bissau. You don’t even know what you’re getting yourself into.
Men Of Bissau, not the same men as before. With “To Heal In Paradisó“, these men retire from their original intentions at “Club Baraka” – just to transform their new outfit into an even more ritualistic experience. It’s hard to conceptualize what’s even new about it, more than by their rather ominous theme. Experimental industrial is what first comes to mind, as the hissing sound of tape-distortion is put out, channeling their sound-scape into a veritable sonic explosion. Spiraling upwards into a chasm of dismayed sound that would put a digital experience to shame. This is in its entirety an analogue, but freakishly lo-fi concoction of the most horrid sounds imaginable, put forth with the sabre of a new wave in industrialized nonsensical gibberish. Flying the flag of a rather minimalistic and claustrophobic, mass hysteria, in agonizing noises that grind your gears until your ears could decay. The maniacal flashbacks in a murderers sense of the world, a war-zone of stirred emotions turned upon the general whom had been a character with ill intentions, flying away into retirement, leaving behind a trail of blood. For those who take great interest in these men, it might not be hard to understand their intentions. Because they act accordingly to how they want to be portrayed through sound. We might never know if this is their real representation, or just a world they paint up with the most unimaginable atrocities in mind. Themed perfectly to suit a journey through roughly thirty minutes or more, taking an even more absurd turn when they decided to change their behavior. This will have you interested, this might even destroy you in ways not humanly possible. It’s an otherworldly experience when listening to it, but it is also hard to grasp properly. Perhaps that’s the whole meaning behind it. Six tracks, healing your soul, heated exchange with a post-apocalyptic and futuristic vision. Human decay going strong. Featured as a cassette-release and categorized as #55 by Nostilevo, limited to 133 specimens, 33 with silver label and 100 with a gray label.
Cold Spring is shipping the “Skullflower / Mastery Split“-release tomorrow, which makes this even more interesting, since I’m going to premiere a track for you together with Cold Spring. Since stuff has been moving a lot quicker then expected, it’s coming now. The split is compromised of the three tracks by Skullflower, titled as “Wolf Age“, “Red Crystal Serpent” and “Black Sunshine“. Mastery has one track which goes by the name of “Blood Electric“. The artwork is simply astounding and minimalistic in every sense possible, but there’s no need to not have any dead space. In particular, the track that I’m going to share with you, has everything you’d ever want to hear that’s related to Skullflower. Crackling noises, hissing environments, ritualistic enchantment, high-pitched distorted vocals, and a sense of dismay. A continuous stream of distortion that is slowly making a rhythmical gesture towards you, together with the vastness of the underground. This full-on balsamic noise for your soul isn’t ever going away any time soon. It reflects the spirit of them. Anyway, we’ve decided to let you listen to the track “Black Sunshine“, which is the A3 track on this vinyl-only release. You can either get it in a standard edition limited to 400 copies, or in the special edition which includes 100 hand-numbered copies on green vinyl, which can only be bought from the Cold Spring mailorder directly. If you like what you’re hearing, don’t forget to buy it. Down below is also some information about the release from the label itself.
Skullflower / Mastery | Skullflower / Mastery
SKULLFLOWER presents a trinity of sombre meditations evoking Europe after the rain, drowned ruins, sunken dreams: spiders run across harpsichords in deserted schlosses and chateaus, doors slam and phantom demon choirs are summoned at seances by Blatavskian crones, whose impenetrable china blue dolls eyes open onto Tibetan vistas, terrible, ancient and remote…
MASTERY is improvised one man cosm(ag)ick from Ephemeral Domignostika. Total berzerker black metal, rooted in the tradition of true grim blackness, but filtered through Mastery’s cracked perception, transforming this into something beyond true; a droned out and damaged, outsider blackness, that sounds pretty much unlike almost any other black metal.
Ltd x 500 copies.
Standard edition: 400 copies on purple vinyl.
Special edition: 100 hand-numbered copies on green vinyl through Cold Spring mailorder only!
A1: Wolf Age (7:13)
A2: Red Crystal Serpent (7:50)
A3: Black Sunshine (9:15)
B1: Blood Electric (17:40)
Putrid filth spewed directly from the gaping mouth of the abysmal death-industrial/dark ambient duo called Deathstench, based around Darea Plantin and John–Paul Whetzel, whom also worked within the band Welter in thy Blood. As the black oil puts on a layer of disguise, they rapidly move into the first song on the album titled “Extractum Ex Infernis“. The whole picturesque scene that upholds itself, suggests that an almost ritualistic wall of death-industrial paves the way for the lesser elements of this song. Going ahead in a manner of strength, stinking up the whole place with the vocalists utterly distorted wave of noise. The whole continuum of the sound-scape brazenly lighten up the darkest emotions from within, conjuring horrific pictures inside an ever numbed down skull. An almost propagandist feature is the repeated words heard in the background, almost as an instructional guidance for this visually gruesome landscape of gigantic splendor, in the way of the smutty putrefaction. The repetitive notion of the sound-scape waltzes on in its own particular manner, as it autonomously pulsates on with sheer destruction in mind. As a novice within the genres, you’d expect it to be fascinatingly obvious to pinpoint the exact partition divided between the genres. But from what you hear, the overt dark ambient is forcefully managed to step on and include the darker elements of the genres, as the death-industrialist expose can work within, undisturbed. Emotionally, this is a masterpiece, as it steps on your toes with no forgiveness and continues on like the amoeba it is. Gathering different intelligentsia from other corners of the vitally important genre-sphere, as it delves deeper into your mind, haunting your mind with the most susceptible mixture of ignominy. You simply can’t ignore the vastness and cunning of the machinated abyssal void that is coming right at you.