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Cloama's great-looking 7" contains two tracks: the title piece and The Spy Who Came In From The Cold, both of them with "Part 1" after the name. The first of these begins with processed speech, from which it moves to slow, pounding heavy electronics, then to a pulsating noise layer, to which is soon added the pounding again. The result is excellent. The B-side, too, starts with a bit of speech, but moves from that directly to slow, buzzing noise on top of which there are some vocals. If the A-side was excellent, this one's damn brilliant stuff. After a couple of slightly weaker works, we have hear again the Cloama which created masterpieces like Revisionist Knowledge and Valkoinen Kuolema. And that's good, because heavy electronics of this quality doesn't grow on trees.
Taken from Kuolleen Musiikin Hydistys

I'm led to believe that this is part of a boxset with a C10 in an addition of 130 copies, but all I have is this seven-inch slab of wax. If the black ink on red cardstock printing of some pretty non-descript art depicting an archaic typewriter, its fonts and some vunerable female cartoon imagery don't give any real clues, then the fact that it's on the cipher Productions label should indicate that we're in for some noise. The plain white labels offer naught, but I'm pretty damn sure that it should be played at 33RPM. At this point, I'm sick of guessing about the details that I feel obligated to enlighten you about and will just get on with my soliloquy about this dreadful little record.
Is unbelief a word? At any rate, after an unintelligible vocal loop and some piercing feedback, the A-side erupts into some booty-violating noise of the harshest variety. There's more sturm und drang here than on your average power electronics work-out, and that's considered a bonus from these quarters. The track pushes and pulls at the noise envelope mercilessly until its abrupt conclusion, which sounds less like an aberration of order than it does a logical conclusion to a violent situation. Some seriously scary shit, boys and girls.
'The Spy Who Came In From The Cold' upstages its predecessor with howling vocals and blood-curdling noise. Is this a cinematic homage, a political commentary, or a nostalgic reminisence of neither at the same time to realize an inevitable fate? '...he had to learn new language/drink vodka Stolichnaya like a veteran/not to spit in the mug/double identity...a man who lived in lies for so long forget to come back from the cold...' This is a brutal bout of unadulterated noise and vocal violenece suitable for fans of Prurient or Wolf Eyes. The low end is especially effective on this one. What do you want, a rhythm track? A round of automatic gunfire erupted outside my building while I was listening to this and wasn't a bit out of place. Duck and cover, kid...at least study your history.
Do you dig this Mister J? Sure, it's a great chunk of noise, but I'll probably never listen to it again. It just doesn't have that certain something that makes for the lasting power that I listen for in music. But hell, it's a seven inch so all you noise collector-scum take note. Otherwise get off your ass and make your own limited-edition record...lathe-cut it anyway so you know it will sound like shit. Rock on young lovers, rock on.
Taken from Heathen Harvest