First off-- DSR is having a sale for the entire month of January. Go to our store and use the code "PROMO2014" at checkout to receive 15% off your order!
Second-- the fine folks over at BLACK METAL AND BREWS have reviewed the two most recent DSR releases. Read on... and check out BM&B's blog, it's a fucking good one.
WHITEWATER ORGASM - Moments of Suffering
For all the euphoric imagery that accompanies Whitewater Orgasm's "Moments of Suffering,"
the music is hardly uplifting. Squeals of some sort rotate throughout
some songs, mechanical and foreign. Layers of crumbling low-frequency
static roar as a backdrop of sorts for most of the cassette.
Occasionally more blissful, possibly even melodic sounds are introduced,
only to serve as a source of nostalgia or a reminder that while beauty
may exist somewhere out there, it's far from the horrifying places we
are taken while listening. Indeed, while traces of beauty are dangled
before the listener, the maddened vocals that occasionally show up seem
to be far more of a statement of intent. Even the voices feed back here.
Nothing is safe or sacred, yet most of the actual threat lingers just
outside of the listener's periphery. The building of tension and the
restraint required not to simply explode with chaos at all times is what
shows the true mastery of form here. By the end, I'm left wondering if
the ferris wheel gracing the album's cover is meant to be a place where
people are out having fun or if they are trapped atop the world. An
excellent demonstration of harsh noise and power electronics as genres
with room for subtlety and balance, something that many in the community
seem to forget.
CREATION THROUGH DESTRUCTION / KNURL - Split
Creation Through Destruction is responsible for the A-side of their split with Knurl,
entitled "Dissection of the Machine." Creation Through Destruction
wastes no time in building up a static frenzy of rapidly moving
machinery. I feel like I am clinging to the side of a subway car,
hearing the howling of wind, sparks flying as the train turns, and
screeching of metal as the vehicle brakes rapidly. After a moment,
things slow down just enough for the body of the song (or collection of
sounds at least) to really set in. Every component introduced seems to
linger for the duration of the piece, swelling and receding in some sort
of harmony with its peers. The effect is almost hypnotic, with a
constant flow of churning sounds leading the listener along until the
last few moments of static, which taper off rather quickly. I'm not sure
what "the machine" in this song is, but it's evident that it has been
thoroughly deconstructed by the song's end.
Knurl's side of the cassette contains two songs. Opening things up is
"Nitrobelium," which displays a bit more variety than the A-side. Shrill
noise and rumbling bass frequencies roll along together, with
occasional breaks and lulls that create a greater sense of motion here.
Not that the static meditation of the tape's A-side is lacking; it's
simply nice to hear a split in which each artist clearly has something
unique to contribute. The exploratory sense is key on this entire
release. Knurl is clearly seeing where things can go and just how long
the listener can be teased and tormented. It's fantastic in a strange
way. When the lulls finally cease and the song moves into a more
constant place, it seems to only occur because there was no other way to
keep the listener on their toes. The mastery of atmosphere is evident
and it's thrilling to be dragged along for such a scathing journey. The
second and final track on this release, "Thymotacine" is far more
ominous in its entry. Empty space is used to great effect, with great
rumbling percussion coming from a distant place, like the approach of
something dreadful and massive. When it finally arrives, the horror that
follows is not quite deafening so much as the distorted blur of madness
that must run through one's mind when placed in a life or death
situation in which death looks like the only real option. The song
departs with the fading signals of a brain slowly losing its capacity to
process information. Immersion in music of this nature quickens my
heartbeat, and I feel quite anxious by the time it's all finished. I
love it.
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