Reviews

Part one of the cassette's title track is, as perhaps expected, grinding crunch and feedback introducing a dark, analog synth sequence like some 70's low budget horror movie, nicely resonated through the filter and nicely echoed for extra darkness; the theme to the tunnesl of darkness. Gloomy and thick.
“We'll All Take A Ride” is a grinding and dark electronic signal pulsing it's way through several layers of heavy distortion and fucked with without obliterating it totally. Not easy to tell if there's overdubs here. It goes into a more spacious but still gritty place with some chopping pulse going on like an axe through, well, imagination required. Feedback, distortion and synth lines seem to be merged into a filthy black whole. The sound itself is hardly new but there is an origional touch in the composition which is precisely structured without appearing to sound so. Or maybe it isn't structured at all and the hands that control the knobs know instinctively what to do: personally I favour the former.
On the other side “Grave Error” is almost refreshingly minimal and lower key. Again, a nice layer of dirt synth for slow emerging feedback; it's a good combination. Classic structure, starting “softly”, building slowly, can't loose when the sounds are good enough to slowly explore. Various synth sounds, disguised as feedback and some bashing sounds, rise and fall, come and go, but all slowly in a creepily constructed manner. The keys here are the control and strcuture, the ultra dark and filthy sound and the wonderfully cinematic expression which really brings images to mind. All that's missing the sound of some US teen saying “Hello...anybody there?...our car broke down and...hello, is anybody there?”
Get the edition with the lathe cut 5” if you can. The pulsing synth line is dominant on one side, creamy and gluggy, the pace slower still, the mood more restrained. The other has a more crackly but no less gluggy sounding line with some lovely pulsing overlaid, still very restrained and slow.
And the packaging suits the sounds to a tee: a slab of chipboard painted black, the 5” in a paint-spattered plastic bag, the cassette wrapped in thick, black plastic and both bound together with brown-paint spattered strips of canvas. When I first saw the package for some reason the first thing I thought of was some bondage gear: says more about me perhaps but it's the inspiration that counts. Taken from IAM