"Property is theft!" proclaimed Proudhon circa 1840, one of the early utopian anarcho-socialists. Another, more emotive and head-turning, way to say this would be through Missing Foundation's sophomore LP: (1933) Your House is Mine (Purge/Sound League, 1988; re-release Dais Records, 2013). Throughout their incandescent history the pragmatics of the whole notorious affair of graffiti vandalism and rioting was quite straight-forward: to re-direct the violent indignation of the masses against the inherent, systemic violence of the imposed status quo. Atavistic and hyper-aggressive industro-post-punk which packs about 100 mega-tonnes of pure rage all set to detonate within the saccharine and cosy dreams of modern Armani suit urbanites. Music with teeth.
Aesthetical hyperbole versus ecclesiastic bombast; militaristic industro-rhythms versus torrent upon torrent of hydrochloric electronics; the terrifying verisimilitude of ritualistic sanctimony versus the incoherent laryngeal outputs of the damned; your sense of hearing (and innocence) now well and truly fucked. Ladies and gents I bring you NDE's Krieg Blut Ehre Asche (Cold Spring, 2009). Let the party begin.
Derelict landscapes littered with rusted machinery, now gigantic monuments of a forgotten fervor, an enveloping fog that transforms everything into a dream-like purgatory and high above it all only gray skies, cold and distant in silent judgement. Such is the apocalyptic imagery created, most evocatively, by Locrian's Drenched Lands (At War with False Noise / Small Doses, 2009); grainy melancholy-tinted black metal indulgences and haunting ambient / electronics thrown together into a grayscaled mosaic of a nightmare straight out from a Cormac McCarthy novel.
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