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This is my kind of noise; thick, treacly and fragmented, like rivulets of boiling aural gravel poured into your ears which are begging for this grainy distortion-rich headfuck to cease but the rest of your consciousness screams for more exciting tinnitus-coaxing havoc to be wreaked. 'EotMA' is a heavy journey that's also loaded with some subtle digital whip-cracking and almost insectoid panic not ...

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Epidemics Of The Modern Age by Brennendes Gehirn
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8/10 Brian Staff review, 28 June 2012

This is my kind of noise; thick, treacly and fragmented, like rivulets of boiling aural gravel poured into your ears which are begging for this grainy distortion-rich headfuck to cease but the rest of your consciousness screams for more exciting tinnitus-coaxing havoc to be wreaked.

'EotMA' is a heavy journey that's also loaded with some subtle digital whip-cracking and almost insectoid panic not to mention the distinctive sound of submarine’s sonar to be heard clearly beneath the thunderous main wash (see - "din") of noise. At some point some scary chanting starts to pan in and out of the mix, becoming something more and more terrifying in the process...but the main protagonist is still that filthy fucking scree of rumbling sonic detritus that fills my brain cavity up like the sound equivalent of nails, TV static and dried toothpaste.

They brandish a style that is deffo for fans of New Blockaders and all that grimy rhythmic sludge noise, ‘Epidemics of the Modern Age’ is seriously tuff stuff. By track three (‘Annihilation’) things are taken down a few pegs as something akin to ambient tribalisms/spiritual jazz wanders into the frame but the ever-present maw of fuzzed-out digital mithering and apoplectic noise-threat resides in the wings, almost coating the sweetness with suffocating horror but never quite managing to suppress what is a thoroughly delightful piece of cosmic beauty, quite unexpected given the earlier bludgeoning.

After five minutes however, the Lord Fuck and his hellish friends bring forth the missing link between Slayer and early Prurient and completely skull-fuck any semblance of niceties out of this particular musical world. Weird CD, most entertaining.


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