Spiritflesh are the latest act to rise from Bristol’s rich musical heritage. Julian Raymond-Smith AKA DJ October and Boris English AKA Borai mix a whole bag of sounds - drone, post-punk, techno, doom metal, painstakingly arranged in a basement filled with some classic gear. After some self-released cassettes followed by a 12”, we now have their majestic eponymous debut album. Limited edition of 300 in screen printed sleeve on NoCorner.
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- NC12007 / 180g vinyl LP on NoCorner. Limited edition of 300 copies in screen printed sleeve, housed in anti-static bag, with insert sticker
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Spiritflesh aka Julian Raymond-Smith (DJ October) and Boris English (Borai) were seemingly educated at The Bristol School of Dub and graduate with techniques they utilize at the University of Industrial Technoise Doom - their thesis, this heavy LP of darkside meditations on life, death and Bardo states. The pair shred, crush and skank through eight skull splitting cuts like some hideously disfigured mutant spawn assembled from the DNA of Regis, The Bug, Shackleton, Ossia, Prurient, Liquid Liquid, Muslimgauze, Raime, Ancient Methods, The Haxan Cloak, The Sprawl et al.
Futuristic opener ‘Crib’ is like descending into some dark alley in Neo Tokyo, into some forbidden black dungeon and submerging into a sensory deprivation tank - receiving distorted video instructions via a female narrator on screen. Then we head into an ancient-future via the ‘Ever Impending Doom’ time machine with its voodoo tribal rhythms and laser pulses. ‘Sentient’ dissolves into some whacked out, downer Giorgio Moroder jam, while ‘Deity’ feels like being a participant in some occult ritual on a lost island - a zone out of time and space. We emerge somewhere mysterious and more utopian ‘Beyond The Clouded Veil’ with its marriage of post-punk snatched bassline, tribal rhythms and ethereal synth plumes. We plug into ‘Dream Therapy’ and update our mental operating system and take a dank crawl between wakefulness and sleep on ‘Hypnagogia’. We awake, cleansed in an unfamiliar landscape occupied by strange insect and bird-like creatures on ‘Nothing Will Ever Be the Same Again’. An alien hands us a flyer for a rave. I’m well up for it.
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