OCCULT BLOOD dubbed themselves "NEANDERTHUNDEROUSNOISECORE" pretty much from the start, and I'm not one to argue with that description. Christopher Reeve is the third in a most tasteless series that also featured Stephen Hawking and Roger Ebert, and is arguably the least cohesive (coherent?) of the lot. Mindless noisecore blasts drenched in effects and general in(s)anity, the twenty minutes contained on this 2009 release are trying to say the least. And that's the intent. I played with them in 2008 in Melbourne and then we dragged our asses to the airport for a red-eye to Jakarta, mind still stinging with pukenoise and ineptitude. It's nights like that one that stay with you for awhile, your ears fouled by all that is wrong with music. A sonic abonination. It was just over two years ago when I played with them again, this time in Oakland, and this time somehow more together and more off the rails...and I am still scarred. Are OCCULT BLOOD an abomination determined to destroy music in all of its forms, or are they high art? Not my call.
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All three cassettes were re-issued in one box a few years after their initial release. You know, for those who want to feel bad about themselves all at once instead of spreading it out over several sessions. All the individual OCCULT BLOOD links are hot in the archives, I'm going to make you work for your depravity.
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