A cassette that begs the question: What if I just listened to noise all the time? Is it the person on another plane who wants (or needs) to fill their life with these chaotic and oppressive sounds? Or does a life voluntarily filled with these sounds create, over time, a different person? Foreboding and calculated power electronics from BLUE SABBATH BLACK CHEER, an ominous sonic journey that feels like a constant crash. Rumbling low end harsh noise from SLATES, a disorientation through sound - the aural equivalent of being buried by an avalanche while your family watches you disappear. So I ask again...what if these were the only sounds?
1 comment:
On point like always. Thanks for this. A life filled with these sounds indeed creates a different person or animal entirely.
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