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exsanguinate
the black acts
crionic mind   2002
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submitted by jc smith on 24-Aug-2002

Exsanguinate drains blood from the body of the ferocious Power Electronics entity Control, the concrete rumble dynamics of the latter, stretched, kneaded and destroyed by the harsh, cruel constructs of the former, both projects helmed by Thomas Garrison. Which means, where Control utilized a straightforward, blatantly single-minded brutality, Exsanguinate exhibit a musculature and flexibility amidst the volatile, desecrated sonic landscape. It seems as though Garrison is seeking an alternative form of aural abrasion.

A calm hum opens "Punishment For All Crimes," soon to be devoured by gurgling, grinding noises, and an array of piercing tones bent on abrasively singing one's eardrums. This is a hard-edged ambience, ragged, the shifting layers of grind and pierce dragging the listener down via a vicious, vice-grip undertow, completely encompassing one in the embrace of oppression. It strikes with an abrupt harshness reminiscent of Stratvm Terror, circa Pain Implantations. Death lurches in the shadows of "The Final Hour," accompanied by screech and rumble dynamics that lead the listener into an abattoir long abandoned by God or any other paragons of hope. The death sonically displayed here is one basked in cruelty, strapped to a slab, forced to submit to the onslaught of noise circling and spitting fire, and insidiously violated by the dead, anxious eyes of the vultures that hover in the corner, awaiting a death that will be drawn out by the reams of scintillating, caustic sounds. "Skeffington's Gyves" brings the tones down to a factory sludge hum, trudging through the mausoleum, spirits in disarray, the murmur of unease amplified for maximum effect. Garrison shows he has grasp of a variety of brutally abusive sounds, his blueprint for execution an appealing cross between BDN's earliest nightmares (sparse, caked with graveyard dirt), the convoluted agony expelled with every breath of label-mate Gruntsplatter's heinous revelry, and his own aurally psychotic, INTENSE noise obsessions. The Black Acts is a brilliant example of ambient/noise done right!


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