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Listen: ‘To Walk a Higher Path’ by The Body & Dis Fig

Posted: 8 February 2024 in Recommended Streams and Videos, Singles and EPs
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With the release of The Body & Dis Fig’s debut collaborative album Orchards of a Futile Heaven just on the horizon, coming 23rd February, the group share smouldering new single ‘To Walk a Higher Path.’ Heavy without conforming to any of the usual tropes of metal or electronic music, the trio here carve out their own distinctive soundworld, neon-lit scenes slowly unfurling amidst light and shadow. Rippling synthesisers beam out like searchlights scanning the horizon, slowly coalescing into strafing melody and staggered rhythms, with Dis Fig’s vocal vapour trails floating weightless above The Body’s obliterated howls and blasted electronics.

Orchards of a Futile Heaven’s walls of sputtering texture and tectonic booms are soaked in the reverence and melancholy of sacred spaces brought to life by palpable intensity by Chen’s voice. Crafted during a time of personal fragility, the album’s devastating force lies beyond any of the expected noise and abrasive textures typically associated with both The Body & Dis Fig. Suffused with a raw vulnerability and a longing for catharsis, Chen’s voice searches for escape in the midst of oppressive atmospheres as if determined to find relief from guilt.

Following the new single, The Body have also announced a string of U.S. tour dates. The Body & Dis Fig plan to tour throughout the US, UK, and Europe in 2024, with collab tour dates to be announced.

Listen to ‘To Walk a Higher path’ here:

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Cower – Celestial Devastation

Posted: 22 January 2024 in Albums, Reviews
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Human Worth – 1st February 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

Anyone familiar with the works of William Burroughs will likely be aware of the so-called ‘23 enigma’, which essentially centres around the auspicious frequency of the occurrence of the number 23. It may be a case of confirmation-bias, but once attuned, it’s impossible not to notice, and the fact it’s filtered into mainstream consciousness via the KLF and the 2007 Jim Carey movie The Number 23 is worthy of note, if nothing else. So the fact that catalogue number HW023 has been assigned to the second album by supergroup COWER, featuring members of The Ghost of a Thousand, Petbrick, USA Nails, Yards, The Eurosuite and JAAW is something that may be of no real significance, but then again…

Few would necessarily expect the album to begin with a soft, gentle piano ballad with ‘We Need to Have the Talk’. It’s contemplative, and even if the talk is direct at times lyrically, the mood is low-key and lulls the listener into a sense of false calm. Immediately, ‘Summoner’ crashes in with pounding drums, a snare like smashing a bin lid, and a bass so thick and grimy as to churn your very guts. This broad shift is precisely what you expect from COWER, as they push parameters and do things different; this is what you want from COWER, and this is what they deliver. It’s a rambunctious roar, with an elevated artful tone and all the rage. They pack a lot into a mere three and a quarter minutes – and a lot of what they pack is beefy riffage and furious noise. It’s an instant rush, and at the same time, your muscles tense.

‘Hard-Coded In the Souls of Men’ presents as a downtempo slice of brooding electropop with hints of Depeche Mode, even down to the soulful baritone croon and spacious sound with soft synth interludes. In a parallel universe, this song would get played all over on Radio 1 and would make all of the mainstream radio and Spotify recommended playlists, and people in their tens and hundreds of thousands would love it. And then they would arrive at the album, and wonder ‘what the fuck?’ as they simultaneously shat their pants. This would be the perfect outcome, but is of course, highly unlikely, because acts on small labels just don’t have those opportunities.

The funny thing is that back in the 80s, major labels would back all kinds of bands and would promote – and shift mega-units of – an album based on a largely unrepresentative single. Back then, you couldn’t hear the album online, so would head down to Boots or Woolworths or WHS, or add it to your selection with Britannia Music, and you might love it or you might hate it, but they’d shifted the unit either way and because you only had a handful of records or tapes, you’d play it enough times there was probably a 50% chance you’d come to like it even if you hated it at first.

COWER succeed by being unpredictable, and whichever way they turn, be it noise or electropop, what they deliver is top quality. ‘Buffeted by Solar Winds’ boasts a stalking bassline and brooding vocal, as well as some synths and some circuit-melting overload that shows Nine Inch Nails how it’s done. ‘Deathless & Free’ is pure Depeche Mode circa Songs of Faith and Devotion: soulful, dark, and sonically immense, with percussion that utterly blasts you away. How is this right? And how does it work, when songs like ‘False Flag’ bring the most raging, sinewy punk, half fired-up post-punk, half incendiary grunge, entirely raw, ragged antagonism. The end result is New Model Army meets Big Black, with some wild sax tossed in for good – or crazy – measure.

The tile track is a slow, slow groover, driven by immense, industrial beats. What a contrast the energetic, intense and ultra-tense ‘Bury Me in the Lawless Lands of the West’ which really exploits the tropes of early 80s goth with is throbbing bass and fractured mesh of lattice-like guitars. Celestial Devastation;, however you pitch it, is hefty.

There are many so-called supergroups who aren’t especially super, who seem to trade on their main projects as the selling point. COWER amplify the intensity of their individual main projects to the power of three. Balancing mangled guitar noise and some pretty harsh electronics from beyond, Celestial Devastation is as good as it gets. Celestial Devastation is special.

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AUREOLE – Alunarian Bellmaster

Posted: 19 January 2024 in Albums, Reviews
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Lupus Lounge – 9th February 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

The notes in the press release which accompany this release are strange and intriguing in equal measure, and pique my interest for all of the things they evoke, mysteriously and evocatively. The one thing they don’t really do, it set my expectations stylistically, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

‘For whom the bells toll in the Citadel Alunar shall encounter the Bellmaster!.. The particularly sinister and insidious musical and lyrical universe that Markov "M.S." Soroka is continuously creating with his various projects AUREOLE and TCHORNOBOG as well as ETERNIUM, KRUKH, and DROWN is enriched by a new chapter… The third AUREOLE full-length Alunarian Bellmaster differs stylistically from its direct predecessor Aurora Borealis (2016) in atmosphere and feeling. The album returns to the spirit of the 2014 debut Alunar albeit as a more advanced version with the added experience regarding production techniques and conceptual writing that Soroka has acquired over the years.’

It goes on to explain how ‘Armed with a vicious sound, the album’s lyrical theme is echoed in the sound of 30 bells sampled by Markov and incorporated on Alunarian Bellmaster. The story told on this album is part of the same grimdark fantasy and science fiction based cosmos that AUREOLE and TCHORNOBOG share.’

I don’t know what even half of this means, and I can’t help but be a shade sceptical when bands talk of things like a ‘grimdark fantasy and science fiction based cosmos’. Either we’re plunging into deeply enigmatic territory here, and have perhaps gone beyond a point where lore and mythology and are merely influential elements to become something altogether greater, or we’re in the realms of self-absorbed pretentious guffery. There’s a fine line between high art and theatre, and wank.

In the event, the themes and concepts behind the album are very much that – to the back when it comes to the actual listening experience. The vocals serve as another facet of the overall sound rather than being pitched to the fore, and the titles, too, are sufficiently abstract as to be unobtrusive: that is to say, it’s possible to listen to and appreciate the album without becoming bogged down in any narrative or pseudomythos, while stylistically… well, it soon becomes clear why there’s no attempt to align AUREOLE with any genre. Just as ‘female fronted’ isn’t a genre, neither is ‘experimental’: these are adjectives, and it’s possible to experiment in so many ways within – or without – the confines of any given genre. But experimental, for many, brings with it connotations of happenstance, of the random, the arbitrary, and while the way in which samples and sounds are explored is experimental in nature, to define Alunarian Bellmaster as an experimental work would be to unfairly downplay the detailed, structured nature of the album’s many-layered and multi-faceted compositions.

‘Alunarian Ghosts of Bellmaster’ grows and swells organically from the drones of low ambience searing post-rock, only with ghostly There are echoes of guttural vocals reverberating in the eternal darkness. There are also echoes of Gregorian chants, and guttural mutterings, amplified and reverberated to a colossal scale, which very swiftly swells to become something truly immense. This in itself is a difficult thing to process, even in isolation. In context – an ever-evolving one, where the sounds and textures shift imperceptibly – we find ourselves adrift and in motion through an expanding alternative universe.

The thirty sampled bells are multiplied – and multiple, and multiplied again – to create the immense sound of ‘10000 Bells Resonate Cosmos Untold’, a title which sounds like a phrase from a William Burroughs cut-up. Muttered voices, uttering in an unknown language, flit in and out of earshot. ‘Arrival of the Deathless Interlopers’ is a bold, surging piece of grand proportions and high drama, which isn’t only spectacularly cinematic, but a sweeping piece of neoclassical music which evokes the same stirring of the senses as Mars from Holst’s Planets Suite. If there is a sense of narrative flow between the pieces, then ‘Orbiting Among Alunarian Ruins’ tells us that not everyone here is deathless, as purgatorial howls and screams swirl in a pitch void, from which emerges a big post-metal riff with an atmosphere reminiscent of Field of the Nephilim at their most doomily bombastic. At nearly ten minutes long, it is epic in every sense, while ‘Alunarian Surrender’, another ten-minute monster soundtracks doom and destruction in slow motion against a backdrop of contemplative strong sounds before everything is obliterated by thunderous percussion and slowly the tide turns to another soaring expanse of post-rock with the darkest, most sinister undercurrents. ‘UGC 2885’ is a last piece truly worthy of the word ‘finale’, almost fourteen minutes of dark ambience, through which a piano echoes into nothingness, through the sound of matter slowly collapsing in on itself.

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Heave Blood & Die – Burnout Codes

Posted: 12 January 2024 in Albums, Reviews
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Fysisk Format Records – 26th January 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

The arrival of single ‘Mjelle’ just the other day provided a strong alert to the imminent arrival of Heave Blood & Die’s Burnout Codes. The band’s name may have a certain comic-book flippancy about it, but their fourth album comes with altogether less cartoony connotations: as the accompanying text explains, ‘Dedicated to bassist Eivind Imingen, who decided to end his life just following the recordings of the album, Burnout Codes is shrouded in sadness and tragedy, and shows the Norwegian collective offering their most textured and innovative album to date.’

It’s not even a mater of English as a second-language: the phrase ‘decided to end his life’ is a difficult one to digest, and one which reminds us that there is no comfortable way to articulate death, and particularly premature death by suicide. Words simply don’t work, they don’t fit, they don’t sound right, they don’t read right. There are no words. But of course, the job of the artist it to find words, and to articulate these essentially unspeakable, incomprehensible things, by various media, be it words alone music, visuals, a combination of any or all of these.

Some albums stand out, at least to me, as being weighted by the perspective of events which would follow soon after: Nirvana’s In Utero and One Last Laugh In a Place of Dying by The God Machine, and, of course, Joy Division’s Closer all resonate with the echoes of foreshadowing deep tragedy, and would also add the altogether lesser known album Nails Through Bird Feet by Chris Tenz – one of the first albums I reviewed on here (positively), to learn some time later that Chris had not only taken his own life just a few weeks later, but did so after visiting York in his final days.

I struggle with the dichotomy between the contemporary dialogue around these things: while there is a huge drive to encourage open discussions about mental health, some feel that anything mentioning anxiety, depression, and suicide should come with a trigger warning and that people should be able to be excused from being confronted with these topics. I do understand that they’re difficult and upsetting, but how does one navigate life by avoiding anything difficult, upsetting, even traumatic? Being recently bereaved myself, I feel I need to front up to one of life’s only certainties, namely that it will end.

Like all of the albums mentioned previously, Burnout Codes is not an album which is about suicide, or grief, but a dark album which explores these challenging themes, and has taken on further dimensions on release due to the addition of unforeseen context. We shouldn’t judge the album within these contexts alone, though.

Sonically, Burnout Codes is a fiery blast of fury out of the traps with the buzzing throb of ‘Dog Days’, a furious collision of grunge and raging hardcore punk which leaves you dazed and breathless, and it’s immediately followed by the sub-three-minute assault that is ‘Men Like You’, which slams in, drums to the fore before locking into a scuzzy wall of guitar and synth, like Girls vs Boys produced by Steve Albini.

‘Hits’ is built around a nagging, throbbing pairing of guitar and synth and a shouty vocal that evokes all the fist pumping. But no, there’s more detail than that. The synths are stark, chilly, droning, the sound of Closer­ era Joy Division, early New Order, The Cure even, but the guitar is positively grungy, and these contrasts create a dynamic tension that serves to sonically articulate a mood of internal conflict, of the experience of feeling jittery, adrenalized, and it’s ramped up threefold on ‘Stress City’, a crackling soundtrack to that sense of feeling overwhelmed, overloaded, overstimulated. If you’ve ever been there, it will resonate deep and hard – and if you haven’t, it’s still a rush of a tune.

Single cut ‘Mjelle’ sits in the middle of the album and marks a shift in placing the synths to the fore and pulling back the guitars, and it’s an obvious single choice with its more clearly-defined chorus and hints of Gary Numan. A slower song, and the album’s longest, extending beyond five minutes, it stands out in the set, but make no mistake that the atmosphere is pretty fucking bleak.

‘Things That Hurt’ races back in with a fierce post-punk darkness, a serpentine synth intertwining with a slippery guitar lead and pounding drums which bring an explosion of energy.

The contrasts and shifts in pace and mood are integral to Burnout Codes, and for this reason, ‘HEATWAVE 3000’ packs a late surprise with its rawness and 80s synth oscillations and strolling bass: it comes on like Killing Joke, with a full, bass-led production.

‘Seen it All’ brings a harrowing conclusion, and bringing the album to a heavy conclusion, Desolate (Keepin) repeats the phrase ‘everything burns’, a crunch of distortion and a rasp of desperation accentuating the pained, ragged appraisal of the mess of life. The statement can be taken metaphorically and literally as we recall how wildfires ripped through Greece last summer in the world’s hottest year on record. The worlds is on fire. Wars rage around the globe. Everything does, indeed, burn… and eventually, burns out.

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Listen: ‘Mjelle’ by Heave Blood & Die

Posted: 5 January 2024 in Recommended Streams and Videos
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Norwegian post-punk collective Heave Blood & Die are gearing up to drop their fourth album "Burnout Codes" on January 26th via Fysisk Format.

Dedicated to bassist Eivind Imingen, who decided to end his life just following the recordings of the album, "Burnout Codes" is shrouded in sadness and tragedy, and shows the Norwegian collective offering their most textured and innovative album to date.

Just recently, Heave Blood & Die revealed a new track titled "Mjelle", which is the second single taken from the new album following leading single "Things that Burn".  Listen to "Mjelle" here:

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The band had this to say about the new track: “This is the soundtrack to the industrial mourning march to goth town, screaming Power Corruption and Lies! Mjelle  is about getting up and trying to achieve, falling short and burning  out, it’s a never ending loop of finding false and temporary refuge in  avoidance. This one is for our dear friend Eivind and a nod to one of Northern Norway’s undying classics by Terje Nilsen about the windswept and red beaches of  Mjelle just outside of Bodø.”

Recorded and produced by Karl Løftingsmo Pedersen and Ariel Joshua Sivertsen (Ondt Blod, Die a Legend),  mixed by Magnus Lindberg and featuring the artwork and design by Annika Linn Verdal Homme of Daufødt, "Burnout Codes" will be released on vinyl and digital on Fysisk Format.

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Empty Machines – Velvet Sky

Posted: 3 January 2024 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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15th December 2023

Christopher Nosnibor

Glasgow Duo Empty Machines promise a blend of post punk, shoegaze, and indie synth rock, and ‘Velvet Sky’ is an expansive, atmospheric tune, layers of vocals floating in a swirl of textures synths and guitars submerged in effects. Reflective, contemplative, there are some bold dynamics here as they take things down to allow level before surging back. The blurry, saturated, shadowy but dazzlingly bright video perfectly encapsulates the mood here – one which is centred around a range of conflicting sensations and uncertain emotions. You feel a certain sense of bewilderment, as if being transported by invisible forces, both physically and psychologically.

It’s the vocals which carry the melody through a tidal wave of dense instrumentation, and with the drums low in the mix in comparison to this cinematic instrumental maelstrom, there’s a sense of volume, of sonic force to this dreamy but powerful single, as soft and smooth as velvet, but as dense as diamond.

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Abrasive Trees unveil ‘Mill Session’ short film featuring new songs

Posted: 26 December 2023 in Previews and Editorial, Recommended Streams and Videos
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Totnes-scene post-rock/post-punk band Abrasive Trees, who have become regular features on the pages of Aural Aggravation, have announced the premiere of their latest work, ‘Mill Session’ – a short film featuring new songs, interview material and spellbinding visual art, all filmed within an ancient mill.

The five-piece, which includes Matthew Rochford and Ben Roberts from Bella Union project Silver Moth worked with a team of local professionals and producer Pete Fletcher from the Isle of Lewis to produce the 20-minute video which features two unreleased tracks ‘Star Sapphire’ and ‘Tao To Earth’.

As well as the new music there’s also a live version of the previously released ‘Kali Sends Sunflowers’ and interview material sprinkled through the film – guided by music journalist Andy Hill.

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Visual artist Jess Wooller’s work has also been used throughout to produce a solid document of the band’s current creative direction. Filmed in a centuries-old mill in Totnes, the video was crowd-funded by fans of the band from several countries including Scotland, France, Belgium, and Germany.

Matthew said of the film: “We’d aspired to create this film after meeting earlier this year to discuss what we could and couldn’t do – given our commitments to all of our other creative projects. We had considered going into a recording studio but decided to do something completely different and release some of our new material in this way. Somehow it all came together with the right people at the right time and the right place. We received financial and practical backing from the Abrasive Trees community – so it’s a genuinely crowdfunded project”.

It’s an ambitious project from a musically ambitious band, and you can watch it here:

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Khanate – Things Viral (reissue)

Posted: 21 December 2023 in Albums, Reviews
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Sacred Bones – 1st December 2023

Christopher Nosnibor

Released simultaneously with the reissue of their eponymous debut, Khanate’s second album originally released in 2003 – which is, incomprehensibly, 20 years ago further evidences just how far out they were at the time. And the time is worth assessing: in 2003, Nu-Metal was in its final throes, and Post-Rock was in the early arc of its ascendency. It was something of a wilderness time in many respects, with no real dominant trend: it was the year Avril Lavigne and Evanescence broke and Muse exploded, amidst an ocean of limp indie and even shitter commercial pop and r’n’b. The underground was the only place of interest, but even in those underground circles, there wasn’t anything quite like this.

The bio accompanying the release points us toward the darkness that pervades the album and does so from the start: ‘“Pieces of us in my hands, on the floor, in my pockets/red glory,” Dubin howls on opener ‘Commuted,’ setting the stage for Khanate’s second installment of existential dread. Dripping in death, murder and desperation, the album is somehow less forgiving than its predecessor. Which was probably the point”.

On this outing, they really do seem to have gone all-out to engineer an album that’s as stark and brutal as is possible, and the four tracks are drawn out to torturous lengths to achieve maximum discomfort. The aforementioned opener, ‘Commuted,’ is over nineteen minutes long, and the instrumentation is sparse, minimal and heavy with lugubrious atmosphere, while Alan Dubin howls like he’s having his fingernails pulled out slowly and painfully, one by one. It’s as bleak and harrowing as one of Derek Raymon’s ‘Factory’ series novels. It’s not pleasant, not even slightly, it’s not even enjoyable, but it’s perversely compelling. When a rhythm and guitars do coalesce, it’s at a glacial BPM, the kind of crushing, feedback-strewn, bludgeoning grind of Swans around the time of Cop, but with the more paired-back, spacious sound of Greed and Holy Money. But Khanate didn’t simply take these as templates – they scrawled all over them and then trampled on them in order to forge something even more challenging and even more fucked-up. There are lengthy passages where there is little more than crackle and hum, and the occasional burst of percussion. It may employ the tropes of avant-garde jazz, but it ain’t jazz. But what it is is hard to define. It’s not industrial, and it’s not doom. It’s not really metal in any recognisable form. But it is heavy. And it is unsettling, harrowing, and an absolute endurance test.

By the end of ‘Commuted,’ you feel utterly beaten and find yourself wilting from the sheer brutality of it all. And then ‘Fields’ crawls in, lower and slower, taking obvious cues from Earth 2 and marking clear parallels with Sunn O))). This is sinister, chthonic, demonic, not so much other-worldly as nether-worldly. It’s almost ten minutes before the bowel-juddering billows of overdriven, low-tuned guitar slides in like a slow-crawling river of lava. It’s monstrous, ugly, explicitly outright horrible. The hovering hum that takes hold around the fifteen-minute mark isn’t in any way a calming pause, but a nuclear wasteland of tension that pressurises the skull. Dubin raves maniacally like a psychotic locked in a soundproofed cell, and there’s a sense that the whole of Things Viral is a prison, whereby the listener is trapped within walls of sound. ‘I did this for you’, he screams murderously. It doesn’t sound like a kind favour, but like it’s time for payback. It’s chilling and grotesque. This is a fair summary of Things Viral overall. Even the quiet segments – and there are many – are occupied by sections of such weight that make your body feel as if its being dragged down, not by gravity, but by a darker force, one which will suck your very soul.

‘Dead’, at ten minutes, is but an interlude, but it radiates serial killer raving lunatic mania vibes for its entire duration, as the guitars throb and burn. It’s messy, and so, so heavy: you feel the pressure in your ribs, a weight in your limbs. The final track, ‘Too Close Enough To Touch’ is an absolute monster, which sits more closely alongside the harsh noise and overt extremism of Whitehouse and the point at which industrial strains its mangled way into power electronics than anything even remotely metal. ‘Stay inside… stay inside’ Dubin snarls, his vocals distorted and crazed. You barely dare move a muscle, let alone leave the house.

Things Viral goes way beyond darkness, and plunges into purgatorial depths that would have terrified Milton, and 20 years on, still sounds like the dankest, nastiest thing you could hear in any given year.

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Cold in Berlin – The Body is the Wound EP

Posted: 19 December 2023 in Singles and EPs
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New Heavy Sounds – 19th January 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

Cold in Berlin’s latest project, The Wounds looks to see the band scaling new heights of ambition, being a multi-record work consisting of an EP, The Body is the Wound, and an album, due in 2024, and promises ‘a musical vade mecum of what is to come in a fresh era for the band.’

I was gripped by Cold in Berlin from day one, on the release of their White Horse EP, a tense and intense burst of spiky goth which was razor-sharp and raging, bringing a zippy electro element to jagged guitars and a vocal that drew clear influence from Siouxsie and Skeletal Family. I must have conveyed my excitement pretty well, since my review is quoted on the BandCamp for the release, some twelve years on. Their debut album, Give Me Walls, still stands as a latter-day goth / post-punk classic.

Over the course of three further albums, the band have further defined and refined their style, becoming doomier, darker, heavier, but still with a clear commitment to concise and focused songwriting, proving that doom doesn’t have to be all about formless seven-minute dirges. I’m a fan of formless seven-minute dirges, but variety is the spice of life, and Cold in Berlin are one of those rare acts who’ve succeeded in creating their own niche in not one, but two crowded genre spaces.

Two of the EP’s four tracks have already been released as digital singles, both accompanied by visually striking videos. It so happens they’re the first two tracks on the EP, and they’ve been released in the order they appear. But the rest of the EP is absolutely on a par.

As the band write, ‘The lyrical themes dance around sex, murder, suicide and broken dreams, brought together in loose storytelling that allows listeners to add their own experiences and bring personal meaning.’ The words only begin to emerge after a few listens, after you’ve shaken your head clear from the initial impact. It’s a proper punch in the face, a full-force kick in the eye. The Body is the Wound packs four songs of equal quality back to back, and is as strong a document of the band’s work that they’ve laid down to date.

‘Dream One’ is a towering monolith which combines pulverising power chords with stark, icy vocals, and the effect is spine-tingling. Maya’s vocals have never sounded more powerful, more commanding than here. Then again, ‘Spotlight’, which slows the pace and amplifies the weight matches it, while emphasising the band’s doom leanings. It’s some heavy shit, alright, and hits with a punishing intensity.

The cuts which haven’t yet been unveiled are every bit as strong as those which have. ‘When Did You See Her Last’ twists stark synths and gothy guitars behind a chilling set of lyrics – the most spine-chilling I’ve encountered since ‘Shooting Dennis Hopper Shooting’ by The Twilight Sad.

To describe the final cut, ‘Found Out’, as ‘poppy’ might be slightly misleading, but it’s a question of context. There’s some stealthy picked reverby guitar that’s pure 1985 goth that laces the verses with some fine texture before the thunderous chorus blasts in on a tidal wave of distortion. And in some ways, it very much recalls their earlier works, only thicker, denser, more driving, more powerful on the riff front, and they deliver all-out epic compressed into less than five and a half minutes.

Not only is there not one remotely lesser track on this EP, but it’s consistent and utterly relentless from beginning to end: no breathers, no ballads, no instrumental interludes. In short, The Body is the Wound is an utter blinder and absolutely blistering, and if the album is half as good, it’ll still be their best yet.

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Jim Haynes – Inauspicious

Posted: 30 November 2023 in Albums
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The Helen Scarsdale Agency – 8th December 2023

Christopher Nosnibor

It’s often difficult to keep up with artists’ outputs, especially the super-prolific ones. Jim Haynes not quite make the super-prolific category, but having first written on his work with a review of The Decline Effect back in 2011, I’ve covered three albums between 2017 and 2021 alone. I tend to take a particular interest in albums released through The Helen Scarsdale Agency, which despite sounding rather prim and literary, is a label which has a particular knack for platforming music of an experimental and often difficult and noisy nature.

Haynes’ work has become progressively harsh over time, and the press release for Inauspicious notes that this has been particularly true post-pandemic, while acknowledging the cliché that the pandemic marked a pivotal point for many musicians. Crucially, it notes that ‘The tools for Haynes’ work remain limited: motors, electronics, shortwave radio, found objects, all applied with considerable pressure. Compositionally, Inauspicious is a very rough moire pattern from overlapping elliptical structures that can negate and obfuscate just as easily as they can compound and aggregate. The album surges and collapses upon the two twenty minute chunks of controlled noise that follow an internal logic that snakes from brooding power drones, spectral radio transmission, and an aktionist demolition cast upon metal, glass, and unfortunate wooden objects. Rupture and release. Purge and pulse.’

As such, while the output, and the dynamic may be different, Haynes’ fundamentals remain unchanged, and this matters, in that it demonstrates that more often than not, the end product is not so much dependent on the input and the raw materials, but their application and the process.

Inauspicious features just two compositions, ‘Variant, Number Fourteen’ and ‘Variant, Number Fifteen’, which each run to precisely twenty minutes apiece. It’s a work that’s seemingly designed for a vinyl release, with each piece occupying a side of the LP, and I daresay that the dank ambient rumblings have their greatest impact when rolling from the grooves of a thick chunk of vinyl. Still, it works digitally when played through some decent speakers which afford air to the album’s slow, granular churnings. It’s not that fat into ‘Variant, Number Fourteen’ that it’s built to a brain-shredding blast of drilling noise. Beneath the ear-destroying mesh of treble and shredding abrasion, there are swells and surges of lower-end noise. It’s easy to overlook the slight details in the face of such a wall of abrasion, but it matters. While Haynes is bringing a relentless assault, it’s important to pause by the details, and Inauspicious is abrim with them, although ‘Variant, Number Fourteen’ spins into a restless ancient howl in its final minutes and tapers into a dank rumbling that brings a heavy tension.

‘Variant, Number Fifteen’ brings more of the same: heavy drone, grainy texture, harsh noise, spluttering and droning,  a deep sense of ominous foreboding, only with lower, deeper, more resonant bass, the tone of which drags on the lower abdomen among the swishes and swirls. And then grating mid-range abrasion. It’s hard to know how to react to this truly painful grind. By turns, I feel as if I need to defecate and vomit, although in the end I do neither as I simply clench my stomach during passages of this dark mess.

This is an album that brings noise and it brings pain. It’s a relentless grind and growl, and not for the first time, Jim Haynes has tapped into a sense of awkwardness which really grates and grinds.

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