Reviews

Nothing is erased - a picture is painted and painted again in the second Cdr where the monster reverb roams and roars. And what is similar with the first release is the mix of harsh noise - ambient reverb and quoted speech - Ben Brucato states his "music" Never sounds like itself. - "Sound can be ambient, experimental, harsh, quiet, cut-up, wall of sound, etc." Which could be a plea for noise to progress into a totality of arbitrariness?
Of the kinds of experimentalisms in the use of shortwave radio and the itching of the previous century. And that would be my main concern - as in recent conversations with others over the lack of irony which is needed now but might not be present. Not that there is anything wrong with that - quite the reverse it holds up (again) an ethic - even if it's a totalizing one.
Taken from Vital Weekly

Clew of Theseus is the Project of Ben Brucato, owner of the fantastic label Cathartic Process. Being familiar with recent releases on the label, this is my first encounter with his own musical production. This CD-R is release by cipher, Australian home to some of the most distinct noise releases in the world, and has quite a professional look. The artwork, as the whole recording, deals with obsessed sexual domination imagery, not always in an explicit way as some other projects, but in a quasi-narrative style. More diluted and poetic than the usual bondage reference, but still disturbing.
It starts with nauseating hypnosis, slowly evolving self inflicted drowning, organic and cellular, irreversibly infected. Layers of synth providing the background for the creature’s decay. Voices caught on ashes, recollected again for the decodification of filth. “Always Wanted” this same destruction.
“The Playground of the Damned” provides an attack of rispid movement and psychosexual intensity, savage HN blasting in all directions, but still managing to infiltrate into some patterns or subcutaneous structures. Enraged and homicidal, vicious and violent.
It is never “Cold Enough” for collapse, visions of killing fields and abandoned corpses left to rot. Volatile and darkened by light, provoking stranger reactions on the skin. Long distance trash rituals, junk disruption and whispering witchcraft. “Crimina Excepta” evokes post-stabbing stillness, static, acts performed with the tools of the devil. Deepened slowness and carved smiles on baby faces. Inverted horror and bone-crushing narcosis.
“Intersexion” immerses straight into flesh and fluids and diseases. Rude and blasting like a forced entry from behind, confused and absurd eroticism from the sewer. Some samples enforce the idea of filth and deviation, sexually transmitted noise leading ultimately to lethargy.
“Auto-Erotic” strong rumbling and apocalyptic invocations of blade cuts on soft skins. Occasional feedback adorn the heavy mass of subterranean descent into silence. Explosions below and improbable movements of the remaining beings, diffuse, blinded by the darkness thereafter. “Take My Picture” is a live track recorded in Phoenix, in 2003, and ends the CD-R in an explosive, impregnable way. Dilacerating, painful and merciless.
Really varied and focused record and another project to keep an eye from now on. Be sure to check the releases on his label as well, top quality ones!
Taken from Heathen Harvest