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Ordre Etern are a product of the current Spanish political climate (explicit shout-outs to Goya and Lorca are made in the press release). They aren’t too happy about it apparently, and express this through good old-fashioned industrial drum pounding and vocal howling, with decent amounts of electronics too. Involving former Nurse With Wound collaborator Victor Hurtado. On Magia Roja / Tesla Tapes.

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Revolució Soterrada by Ordre Etern
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7/10 Robin Staff review, 08 December 2015

I mean… it involves someone pally with Nurse With Wound, so I wouldn’t expect a party bag. Ordre Etern is an industrial noise project straight out of Spain, using the transgressions of barbed-wire power electronics, dark ambient and general loud shouting to say some vague things about the “bleak” state of the human condition. The human condition, man. It sucks. I work here so I know.

Fans of acts as far-ranging as Pharmakon, Biosphere, Strie -- and even the psych rock contingent -- will find a lot to enjoy on ‘Revolucio Soterrada’ -- on its first two songs alone, it sifts through scathing noise with panicked vocal utterances, into minute but ground-shaking contact ambience, abided by tiny guitar riffs. As things move on, proper power electronics start to vomit dissonance into the earphones, giving the band a woozy space on which to craft their message -- the band keep things marching with beats that offer the difficult sounds a throughline, a way for their message to both be carried and feared.

Ordre Etern’s music, while often diversifying into different styles, has a pretty simple core: with a little bit of reverb, a marching beat and a disgusting collation of electronics, they carve out the space for a spoken word treatise that’s as distant and desperate as Pharmakon’s, while also reaching for melodic moments or else coming under the growly performative influence of Phil Minton. Evil shit, this. Or maybe it’s the world that’s evil. To conclude: something isn’t right and this is music.



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