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Recommended by us on 30th October 2008
...according to our Ant on Thu 30 Oct, 2008.
YEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS! Behold the arrival of some Skullflower vinyl! 'Taste The Blood Of The Deciever' is the first vinyl outing for Skullflower since the 90's or something. Not Not Fun are the crew responsible for this ear shredding sonic assault from Matthew Bower and Lee Stokoe. 'Mutilated Angel' is a particularly evil sounding tune and strangely there sounds like there is a drum buried underneath the lovely layers and shards of noise. It's actually a catchy tune in terms of what Skull flower do. I'm really looking forward to taking this home and just getting lost into pure oblivion. The guitars and effects lterally destroy everything in the're path, totally blazing hot, I'm surprised his gear doesn't explode. A real treat to accompany the Hototogisu LP also in this week.We’ve only had the good/loud fortune to witness Matthew Bower perform live on ONE solitary occasion, but the infinite incineration he managed to detonate out of a single electric guitar and knee-high practice amp was convincing enough to last several lives. In the meantime, there’s the gallons of celestial skree he bombards the listening universe with via his cavalry of audio aliases (Skullflower, Total, Hototogisu, Sunroof!, Mirag), all of which radiate with Bower’s iconic, influential, two-decades-deep quest to fuse the bruised with the blissed in a single white-light fist held up high. And although his specific mission for each project seems to have crossfaded a bit in recent years, it’s still huge news to us to be able offer up Taste The Blood Of The Deceiver, the first full-length Skullflower album to be pressed on vinyl since forever (at least the early 90s). Taste The Blood... finds Bower in the more blackened, doom-damaged terrains like those stripmined on the recent Desire For A Holy War or Pure Imperial Reform: abrupt vertical baths of blinding distortion and harmonic override spiked with cavernous cultish riffs and deeply bleak ritual moods. The blood is fresh, but the body’s unrecognizable. Charred and forgotten, this is another stepping stone on the path to the upturned altar. Black vinyl LPs in fucked-up-and-photocopied matte jackets. Edition of 500.
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