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DNMF claim you'll never have heard this type of music before, claiming to draw upon healthy dosages of free jazz, ambient, wall noise and even grindcore. Really, what the self-titled 'DNMF' offers is two slow long-form tracks that revolve around droning atmospherics and -- on the second track -- stoner metal percussion. "The Thing on the Doorstep" contemplative, sparse and unwavering, while "The Colour Out Of Space" is a long noise rock jam. 

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  • / LP on Moving Furniture aka Rutger Zuydervelt (Machinefabriek) and Otto Kokke & Rene Aquarius (Dead Neanderthals)
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8/10 Staff review, 03 September 2014

Sound art titan Rutger "Machinefabriek" Zuydervelt teams up with unpredictable metal-tinged jazz combo Dead Neanderthals here for two lengthy tracks on this new LP. As you would expect from a combination of two such unusual acts, this LP is a perplexing mixture of ambience, noise, rock and jazz.

There are two pieces here, on side A is 'The Thing on the Doorstep' and overleaf we've got 'The Colour Out Of Space'. Broadly speaking side A errs towards the dark ambient side of things while side B veers towards the rock end of the spectrum but both really exist somewhere between (or maybe simply outside) the disciplines. The former track grinds along with flat, sombre drones, a slow bass drum heartbeat and weird textural field recorded details and indeterminable sound scree, while a squeakily inconsolable sax joins in with plangent forcefulness towards the end.

Side B begins with distant dentist-drill buzzes and foreground static and a slow, sinister synth progression that sounds quite Garth Marenghi, before it cuts off abruptly to reveal a crescendo of muffled and over-saturated drums which suddenly bursts into the foreground for a bubbling almost Shit and Shine-ish repeato rock workout, half-obscured by Zuydervelt's mysterious rumbling ambient machinations as if Fuck Buttons are having a freak-out on the other side of the stage. This one's more fun than the A side but they both achieve the admirable feat of being quite different from anything you've heard before without being unlistenable.



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