Gnaw Their Tongues's sole mastermind Mories does everything in his power to remove every inch of familiarity from his musical influences (black, doom, industrial) only leaving that much rhythmical consistency to prevent the album from collapsing into power electronics territory. Despite its extremity this is actually a measured album, knowing where to be subtle with disquieting ambient and slow tempos and where to be harsh and ugly with piercing guitars and perverse screaming. I can't help but notice a dramatic/soundtrack-ish undertone running through the album which makes you feel like you're stuck, uninvited and befuddled, in de Sade's 120 Days of Sodom. Make no mistake, the number of consecutive times you can listen to All The Dread Magnificence Of Perversity (Crucial Blast, 2009) straight pretty much serves as a psychiatric index of severe sociopathy.
"Let us be true, even if we are ugly."
-Gustave Courbet
San Fransisco black metallers Weakling (whose Dead as Dreams album was featured a few Sessions ago) took their moniker off a song from this very album's predecessor, Filth. That fact alone should already tell you a thing or two. It is truly difficult to find an album as uncompromisingly hostile, as disarmingly authentic in its exuded negativity as Cop (K.422, 1984 / 1992; LP / CD re-issue). Its crushing discordance stems right from the subconscious, where the nasty dark stuff abide; the stuff you don't want to talk about, like your homicidal hatred towards your boss, your job, your materialistic charade of a life. As a bonus on this re-issued CD version we get their 1984 12", Young God which single-handedly spawned Godflesh and all the lovely fucked-up shit that followed with them. Trying to imagine the current state of affairs of the extreme, more experimental end of metal had the 80s-period Swans never been is a truly frightening thought indeed.
How could I resist? Seriously. Finnish purveyor of fine filth, monsieur Aspa's Grunt and New York based noise terrorist Prurient coming together for a singular eardrum-scraping, nerve-spasm-inducing exercise in febrile sonic decadence (Freak Animal, 2006; tape / 100 copies). I liked it before I even heard it.
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