So, to start with, these guitars came from absolutely nowhere, screeching around the corner, running me over and then I died.
To say this song is subtle is like saying that Rory McIlroy had an Augusta Masters he’ll want to remember. It’s like saying that if Rammstein wrote a lullaby, you’d let your kids listen to it. It’s like saying that being thrown out of a plane without a parachute might sting a bit when you hit the floor. The guitars quite literally drill you in the chest, running you down, stomping a mudhole in you and walking you dry. The distorted fuzz they create, among the layer loops of guitar, synth, and home-made Weevil Oscillator is uncomfortable, difficult to listen to and outright loud.
Occasionally, for about four bars at a time it gets quiet and your ears can stop bleeding for a very short spell before the track realises you’re slacking and kicks you hard in the balls, forcing you to get back up and keep on listening.
This song, put simply, requires the other senses to keep alert because they’ll be heightened a hell of a lot when your hearing goes. If it’s not the volume that gets you, even when being played quietly, the brown-noise bass will master the pincer movement and squeeze you out of your skin.
The vocals, largely sneered by singer Maya Fire, do occasionally show signs of human vulnerability, maintaining a human edge to this deeply industrial track. The influences of the gods of the genre Nine Inch Nails aren’t just apparent but downright obvious. Trent Reznor himself could probably have sung on this and you wouldn’t have known any better. Of course, when it’s all over, it’s over suddenly. No fade. No crossover. It just stops and you’re left there, dizzy and covered in bruises trying to dust yourself down…
…and then press repeat, as despite the pain you have to endure, this song is truly a master of the art of making an assload of noise. Lovely, passionate, ear-breaking noise. And it’s glorious.
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Occasionally, for about four bars at a time it gets quiet and your ears can stop bleeding for a very short spell before the track realises you’re slacking and kicks you hard in the balls, forcing you to get back up and keep on listening.
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