Grim noise for grim times from Horoscope who makes a racket which has drawn comparisons to the likes of Prurient and Pharmakon. These swathes of textured noise, low end loops and field recordings are an ode of sorts to the bustling metropolis known as the Big Apple. That's New York City to you and me.
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Having bypassed the “what do you want to be when you grow up” question in its entirety, the band Horoscope have ended up making a noise record both warm and cold at heart. In some ways a skygazing, aspirational droner, Horoscope scatters into regions of industrial clamour and scurrying sound art, making an unsettling record that looks up at the stars from a warehouse unit.
Coming off their dispiriting groan collage for Wharf Cat, this one’s another slab of ominous tone snore, at times recalling the bitty but glacial work Dominic Fenrow does as Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement, while at other times offering a glimpse into futurist mechanisms, like a version of Lightning Glove that replaces the dance with a void. These tracks can whistle with sustained moans, but there are moments that hope after euphoria: the screeches of “Common Ground” are forgotten with a dreamlike sequence of piano and lingering synth chords, echoing the sentimental harsh noise made by Kazuma Kubota.
For the most part, though, what wins in this record is those dark, empty spaces filled with the noise of suggestion: “Polyamory As a Rejection of Capitalism” sounds like an abyss with cars streaming by on a main road right next to it. It isn't the most frightening of noise records, but it should give your soul a good test.
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