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Temple Ov BBV, named for a Dutch psychedelic scientist who drilled a hole in his own skull (BBV stands for ‘Brain Blood Volume’), is the matching up of the ferocious Gnod with Holland’s Radar Men From The Moon. These four intricate suites of psych-strangeness are the results of a four day session. LP release on Rocket.


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Temple Ov BBV by Temple Ov BBV
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7/10 Robin Staff review, 07 June 2017

If you didn’t know it already, there are these two bands called GNOD and Radar Men From the Moon, and they’re both good at transmitting very heavy repetitions at extremely slow rates. One of them does it to great, tumbling noise, while the other likes to warble and ramble and jam it out. Together, in tribute to a Dutch scientist “who drilled a hole in his own skull” (ok thanks for that -- apparently he lived though), both bands let their weirdest inclinations out on a record of firm but directionless noise-scraping. Temple Ov BBV.

This thing is horrible. I mean that in a good way, of course, as they create furious and scattershot noise in which chords strike blandly against dissonant feedback, weird synthy salting, percussive derangements and a whole lot of yelling. The most important thing is that it’s quite funny, with the performances full of the kind of fever and absurdity GNOD have long brought to their own work. It sounds like two noise bands collapsing on top of one another, as it should -- the long drone rock opener “Butchers Tears” grinds to a dead end, thrashing and screaming at the void until more space is made for them.

It’s definitely worth gnawing off a bit of this record, of course, considering it’s basically a pissing contest between two bands trying to out-intensify the other. Occasionally they remember that they’re both also quite good at psychedelic atmospheres and you get something like restraint, as in the opening groundwork for “Your Party”, where you can actually hear the space in the room come through around an absolutely brilliant rhythmic pulse of strange, tinkering sounds. Moments like this -- a pronounced, almost dubby noise collation -- sound really good, and they help serve a record of the utterly ridiculous.




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