Review at Discogs.com
“In the beginning there were noise…” And then, from amongst the dissolution of the form,
some things started to take some shape. At first some political-religious speeches of certain ambiguity,
non identifiable source but extreme identity, then charred fanfares and samplers of violins and cellos
in flames, a faded moment of a march that later went back again into the violent fire of noise,
that odd speech again and then that frantic repetition on some musical passages
that brings that odd dizzy effect on the mind,
as for example that American military hymn sounding without end, looping for all eternity,
rapidly getting nitwit. The loop has a purpose, to demonstrate the vulgarity behind it,
to be repellent, to show the face behind the mask of that odd march.
Or the primitivism that comes from the rhythm section
while the joker used as sampler is babbling his set of jokes while some farting resounds in the background.
There’s only a proper song and it’s quite melancholic and anthemic with an excellent and mettlesome lyric,
the rest are experimentations, noise textures, and the necessary irruption of samplers from voice and instrumentation.
Inevitably, some comparisons come after hearing this Maelstrom of sound and that is
DIJ “Take care and control” and “All pigs must die”
(Taking the more noisy parts of the later one and the more solemn and pompous character of the first).
Although this work has militant tone it cannot be called properly as “martial industrial” as whole,
there’s an amalgamation of musical styles here
(Which is getting quite common these days), as for noise and distortion being the main one,
followed by some few minimal concentration of martialism
and neo-classical and some occasional well poured neo-folk apparitions.
Douglas P. appears in here, camouflaged his voice there is.
Isn’t Albin Julius there too with his typical march of sound and pomposity?.
It’s a very harsh album, brutal but cryptic and ambiguous in general sense.
Full of tension and merciless dramatic moments.
Aside, there’s some black humour present.
You’ll need some disposition to get the direction of the joke, and the criticism behind it.
Violent album nevertheless, set for disorienting the crowd or to monopolize a specific audience.
In the end noise returns, concise, dissolving form again, and with that, an exhausted voice says
“Auf wiedersehen” while it dragging the slippers
as he walks to disappear in the voidness that brings the end of the cd.
By enfantterrible, May 23, 2007 on Discogs.com