Uncle_Dracula on 04/09/2012 at 02:12AM
HARD FILTH: (or) Soundtrack for a gas station bathroom.
Welcome to my latest mix, a collection of songs united in an aural filth, a destructive path of unnerving sounds, fuzzy, broken tunes echoing inside a speakerbox that will buzz at any volume, feedback play, whirring, whizzing lo-fi synths, a primitive pulse of discontent, anxious vocals, existential heavy post-psych vibrations, and, at times delivering a rock-solid boogie.
Listen to them, the children of the night... What music they make.
TAGGED AS:feedback, i was a teenage srangler soundtrack, white suns, the pink noise, noise-rock, See More...
TAGGED AS:feedback, i was a teenage srangler soundtrack, white suns, the pink noise, noise-rock, severed lips recordings, alien pornography, soarwhole, soundtrack, simeon coxe iii, discordant, sightings, kraus, the heavy flowers, silver apples, armageddon gospel revival, psychick tv, psychic tv, controlled bleeding, See Less...
doncbruital on 09/07/2010 at 03:45PM
I've written before about the annihilatory unifying power of slow-building doomy rock, the way that it suggests something utterly outside time and space, delivering unto the listening masses the kind of communion best thought of as shared obliteration of the senses. Of course when I say "obliteration" I mean it in the best possible way, which is why it sure is heartening to see that Brooklyn's WHITE SUNS have allowed their patented brand of damaged rock make its heavy celestial drift over to the Free Music Archive's skies. And I do mean heavy: these guys deal in the kind of metal netherworld in which squealing feedback meets up with slow, wholly sludged-out drumming to form a fractured, messy and yet completely enrapturing atmosphere, as exhilarating as any band that's ever stunned you with sheer audacity, as liturgical as any black mass you were ever warned about.
White Suns comes to us via Ampeater Music, whose contributions to the FMA are a huge boon to those of us looking for that new trailblazing sound, something a little extra-dimensional, shiny as a comet--check out their stacked-with-talent and exclusive compilation, you wanna see for yourself. But pay special attention to White Suns' Cavity, a release whose 20 minutes constitutes a ritual observance of nature's brutality, undertaken in the service of catharsis, a moment out of your day for serious worship. Consider it a religious injunction.