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In light of the current events and ongoing tragedy occurring in Ukraine, Envy Of None will release a split 7” vinyl single, on Ukraine flag coloured vinyl with all proceeds from sales being donated to UNHCR for their Ukraine emergency response.

(Established in 1950, UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency, is a global organization dedicated to saving lives, protecting rights, and building a better future for refugees, forcibly displaced communities and stateless people.. For more information, please visit unhcr.org. #WithRefugees | donate.unhcr.org/Ukraine)

The tracks for the limited edition single “Enemy” and “You’ll Be Sorry” taken from the band’s forthcoming album, have now taken on a more poignant meaning for the group.

I’m not your enemy…

Friends and enemies—life and death—good and bad.  The eternal contrast and conflict that tears us apart so easily yet mends us so arduously.  It’s not a fair fight.

As another generation witnesses first had the horrors of yet another war, we can strive to temper our helplessness by supporting the difficult, but necessary work UNHCR provides to lessen the burden for millions of displaced people.

As we embark on our humble contribution, we ask that along with our partners at UNHCR, Snapper Music / Kscope, GZ / Precision Vinyl & Vision Merch, you kindly share in supporting us at this time of need with your generosity.

As a show of respect for your support and generosity, Envy Of None will match the total proceeds raised.

Thank-you. Envy Of None:  Alfio Annibalini, Andy Curran, Alex Lifeson, Maiah Wynne

PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY OF “ENEMY / YOU’LL BE SORRY” 7” HERE – https://visionmerch.com/envy-of-none

There will be just 500 copies of this limited edition colored 7” vinyl single available:

250 signed by all the band – US$100

250 unsigned – US$50

Plus fans can also purchase a 30 minute zoom call / personal Q&A with all 4 Envy Of None band members, each donor can invite 3 friends to join in – for $1000. This is limited to 10 slots for a once in a lifetime chance to chat and ask each of the members anything about the EON project and beyond.

All proceeds of sales go to UNHCR’s Ukraine Emergency Response.

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16th June 2019

Of course I was always going to be sold on an album with a title like Southern Phlegm. I mean, what’s not to like? Kadaitcha’s third release straddles ambient, drone, industrial, and power electronics to deliver four tracks driven by throbbing pulsating grooves welded to repetitive, cyclical guitar lines, and rent with the gnarliest, nastiest treble-shredded distorted vocals.

The first, ‘Phagocide’ pumps away for over nine minutes. The guitar and synths form a messy sonic fusion, a thick mass of distortion while wibbling space-rock blasts of analogue send blurred neon arcs through the heavily-grained backdrop like shooting stars. ‘Sewerbound’ is appropriately titled as it plunges deeper into impenetrable murk. It’s dominated by clattering percussion, the edges distorted and decayed, while screeding noise howls a vortex of sonic agony. Frequencies collide to create an endless flux of aural incompatibility. Everything is distorted, dirty, there’s malice in every note. The lyrics are impossible to decipher from amidst the sonic blitzkrieg, but there’s nothing about the delivery that suggests there’s any comfort or kindness on offer here.

Slow, brooding ambience builds an unsettling atmosphere during the opening minutes of ‘Datura’, before the overloading guitar crashes in. It’s got the low-end distortion of Sunn O))), but grinds away at a repetitive motif with the bludgeoning brutality of Swans. It’s a full-on kick to the diaphragm.

Closing off, ‘Vulpine Sacrifice’ arrives almost by stealth, a snaking bassline strolls in slow and slow, a stop/start stammer gives it an almost hesitant feel. Circuits fizz, crackle and hiss all over the place, before the final two or three minutes find the conglomeration of elongated hums coalesce to create something approximating ‘music’, akin to a swelling organ drone. But you couldn’t exactly call this brief moment of musicality that draws out to the fade the light at the end of the tunnel: it’s low, slow, and ominous and seems, if anything, to point toward another darkened door which opens onto stairs leading to an eternal abyss.

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Kadaitcha – Southern Phlegm