I’ve wanted this record for a while and it is only now, thanks to the resurgent Aussie dollar that I could  justify buying it.  Every Merzbow collaboration I’ve heard has been a cracker, particularly the great records he did with Boris and Sunn O))). … and the Devil makes Three might just be in the top three records I’ve heard this year .

Porn are a trio that pump out greasy slabs of the finest sludge metal this side of the Melvins which makes sense given that Porn is also the home  Dale Crover. Now until listening to  …and the Devil makes Three, I’d never heard Porn except on the youtube videos’s I’ve added below and you gotta admit that they certainly fucking rock. On this collaboration  it feels like Merzbow fills in all of the gaps in their sound to create just this big fucking behemoth of noise rock. Fuck it is good and hands down the best thing Merzbow has released this year (so far as I’ve heard anyway). If you ever heard Rock Dream (his live collaboration with Boris) then you might have an idea of just how well Merzbow’s scree and hiss works in the context of metal. I like Porn a bit better than Boris so for my money this is the one to go for.

I get a lot of people contacting me through this site asking me to review their records. The emails always go a little something like – I notice you like Band x – you might like us etc. And this might seem a bit lame but 9 times out of 10 I really do enjoy the record they’re spruiking. Without this site I might never have hear four of my favourite artists this year – Golden Sores, Chord, TODD and Derek Rogers. Now I can add Locrian to that list because this record is simply fantastic. Take the vibe of Black Metal, mix in some drone and post-metal and you might have something close to what this sounds like. The record itself has two tracks, the first, Rain of Ashes is a mournful, bleak piece which might be the best thing to listen to when you read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. It’s almost like a cross between Black Boned Angel and Pelican. There are muscial themes at play rather than simply noise and dark ambience (not that there is anything wrong with that). The guitar which at first seems blissful becomes sadder and more claustrophobic as the track progresses. The second track is Sehsa Fo Niar which is oddly enough the entire first track played backwards and it is just as bleak only the creep factor pumps up to 11.

This was originally released on Fan Death as a c60 cassette. It’s still for sale for about $4.00 from the Fan Death site. This CD has been released by the French label Basses Frequences and the artwork and sound quality are excellent. It might be worth your while checking out their site because besides picking up Rain of Ashes, their web shop is amazing.

Well at least it’s better than Pt.10. This one has some interesting things going on. Nice psych rock vibe happening on the first track cheerfully named Transformed into Food. The second track Once the human meat is done cut it up and mix with the vegetable curry just sounds a lot like some of the more mediocre tracks that this series has become known for. You know – scree scree, thump thump, chick chick on the cymbals. After hearing this I thought that I might just be becoming a bit of a cunt when it comes to reviewing this series-  you know noise snobbery and all that – so I listened to some of the earlier ones again and Pt.2 is still absolutely fucking essential in my book  and some of those  other early ones are very good indeed. I think it might have been Pt.6 when the tedium set in. I’m really looking forward to him not drumming for a while. Bring on the next phase!

You’ll never guess what happens on this one. Merzbow drums!!! I mean fuck me! I am so completely blown away. I have never* heard him do that before. It is so original and profound**. Oh boy does he go nuts***. Is there any cowbell you ask? You bet there is some fucking cowbell. Tinky tinky tinky it does and then whoosh – big fucking noise, and thumpa thumpa thumpa go the drums. It’s almost a religious experience****. The three tracks rank among his best*****.

*except for the other nine records in the series oh and Somei and you know a lot of others.

** Fuck, it is dull

*** Yawn

**** If your religion is all about worshipping shit

***** No they don’t, although the last one doesn’t suck quite as hard.

I’ve made no secret on this blog about my love of a good compilation but the problem with buying a compilation and then leaving it at that  is that the  tracks lack their proper context. For instance listen to Joy Divisions She’s Lost Control on Permanent and then listen to it on Unknown Pleasures. The song just feels better, more complete when you listen to it on the original album. The other problem is that most compilations cherry pick at best and they don’t always reflect the bands best output. It’s only in the last week or two that I’ve re-engaged with Throbbing Gristle. Their compilation Greatest Hits made an appearance in the earlier posts on this blog and when I reread it now it does reflect how that compilation comes across but when I listen to the same tracks on this for some reason they have developed a new life.

This record seems t0 be viewed as an easy entry point into Throbbing Gristle’s work and that may well be right but this is still challenging stuff. Sure, Hot On the Heels of Love is still a late seventies electro pop song but the rest of it is far more sinister and strange. Even the poppier moments such as Persuasion and Convincing People are just plain creepy. The title track, Still Walking and Tanith are hardly songs. But is on the  epic Discipline where the industrial comparisons may have begun. If you were turned off by Greatest Hits then you may need to track this down. Suddenly I get just how good this band was.

So today I took the family to the beach. Great surf beaches are only 45 minutes away in the car, the sun was shining so off we fucking went. Now usually when we go for a bit of a road trip the music selection comes down to minimalist techno if we want to send the  kid to sleep or Kimya Dawson’s Alphabutt or some random Ramones track if he wants a bit of a sing along. Today I thought I’d try Nurse With Wound, not expecting a positive response mind, but fuck me if I didn’t have the whole family giving this the big thumbs up. Now if you have a bit of a wander about the interwebs there is a bit of nonsense about his being Nurse with Wound’s attempt at Hip Hop. Bah I say. This is simply a classic Nurse With Wound record - avant-garde as hell yet strangely accessible all at the same time. In fact the style that comes through the most in the opening couple of tracks is dub which is probably why the kid liked it so much (he loves those Congos). By the  time we reach the third track 2 Golden Microphones everything has gone a bit strange but over it’s 17 minutes it reveals itself as one of my favourite tracks. Rockabilly guitar makes fleeting appearances; electronic manipulation, featherlite drone, ghostly vocals, tribal percussion, didgeridoo and tape manipulation all weave in and out of the track. It’s a hell of a ride. That experimental streak remains through the reminder of the tracks even on the vaguely Mouse On Mars-ish R&B Through Collis Brown.

In fact there is nothing very rock’n roll about this album because much of it descends into that sublime, creepy ambience that has been a recurring theme in their records – I’ve decided to call it Dada Dub (take that Keenan). I think it is an absolute cracker and one of my favourite NWW records. For what it’s worth Beta-Lactum Ring had the  good sense to reissue this (it was first released in 1994) and the packaging is first class. These things have a tendency to go out of print quicker than you think and It would be a pity to not hear this before it disappears again. Just saying.

Well I suppose it was time to change the name of this blog. Noisenoisenoise as a name has been shitting me so I decided to shell out some cash and actually fucking pay for a domain name.  The old blog will automatically link here but feel free to update your links.

Dave

This is waaay better than Hypermagic Mountain. Less art wank and more bucketloads of joy and sheer abandon. It’s all fucking mad and shitloads of fun. Don’t over intellectualise it – just fucking buy it already.

The End.

Best Wishes

Your friend Dave.

I love a good reissue and one of the best to come along this year is the re-release of Lydia Lunch’s debut solo album, Queen of Siam. Lunch produced this after the demise of Teenage Jesus and the Jerks and before she joined the almighty 8 Eyed Spy. The cast she assembled to accompany her on this was pretty impressive  (theguitarist was Robert Quine) and the production, musicianship and general vibe are a million miles away from her shambolic no-wave roots. The great Gloomy Sunday showcases  Lydia as a vaguely gothic torch singer while Mechanical Flattery and Tied and Twisted is Lydia doing her best little girl voice and somehow coming over as a new genre of  nursery rhyme, creepy pop. Her version of Spooky is a strangely straight version with sassy saxophones and showcases the full horror of lounge disco. Lunch writes about how much it  cost to make Queen of Siam in the liner notes and I suspect that Spooky was included just in case the  record company  wanted to release a single. Lady Scarface is all cabaret show band, A Cruise to the  Moonis all jazzy, noir classic but the track I enjoyed  the most is the awesome Atomic Bongos which has a hint of the post-punk funk that would later be adopted by ESG and Liquid Liquid.

Many out there would say that Lydia never bettered her debut but I’m not one of them. I really enjoy theHoneymoon in Red stuff and to my ears she never bettered the Harry Crews album although I think 8 Eyed Spy and Teenage Jesus and The Jerks are just fucking essential as well. If you are looking for Lunch at her drug fucked insane best, Queen of Siam is probably not for you but this is a pretty amazing record none the less. One of the  reissues of the year.

I don’t know where I’ve been living for the last couple of years but in the last couple of months I’ve discovered discogs.com. Besides being a free way of cataloging my music (take that Record Collector!) it is also a great way of picking up out of print releases without having to search ebay every week. I received an email form a reader a couple of weeks ago where he listed his favourite Merzbow records and I was a bit surprised that I had only heard about two of them. Many of his favourite releases are from the pre-laptop era of the mid-1990’s, a period of his work that i don’t know enough about although my thoughts on two of the key release from this period, Pulse Demon and Venerology have appeared on this site. Both of those records are certainly towards the more extreme end of Merzbow’s noise excursions and it is perhaps for that reason I haven’t felt the need to return to those records because to be honest how much of that kind of noise does anyone really need. Well as it pans out quite a bit.  I don’t want to see like an obsessive fucker but since the last Japanese Birds record came in late September I’ve acquired Age of 369/Chant 2, Fantail, Hybrid Noisebloom, Space Metalizer, Camouflage,  Ikebukuro Dada, Rainbow Electronics  2 and his collaboration with Porn. I’m figuring that might be all the Merzbow I need but then I read a recent interview Merzbow did with a French Website where Merzbow hints at a future no-wave influence and you know I’ll be lining up for those records.

Oersted is a pretty harsh Merzbow record with few identifiable forms and it is these sorts of Merzbow records that I’m listening to a lot a the moment.  Experimental musician, Mason Jones, quoted in the Merzbook says this:

“I live by their Noiz. It seems to have no rule, no limits and is totally expansive. I can get lost in those dense textures for hours on end. Philosophically, I think I like noise because it is a collage of sound…What I really want to hear is an unencumbered, original voice leaking through. Of the harsher artists, Merzbow was the most popular – part of this maybe because there are more Merzbow releases and the recordings are easier to find. I think there is more to it than that however. Merzbow’s noise is the result of more editing and a greater variety fo sound textures.

Jone’s thoughts could so easily be applied to Oersted. If you’re a fan of 1930 then this is well worth tracking down (I think you can download it off itunes). Both are towards the harsher end of Merzbows work but both also share a playfulness which isn’t present in the more grindcore offerings of Pulse Demon and Venerology. Just don’t  buy Oersted thinking you might find a beat of some sort. Oersted displays the  sort of noise you can drown in .

In a previous life I used to review records for a student newspaper. There were many perks with that job one of which is this relic – a record that is so good that I still feel guilty that someone gave it to me for free. This also had a US release I think on the Twist label. In Australia it was released by Insipid Vinyl – a very eclectic and now sadly defunct label whose logo was drawn by Savage Pencil. The reason for the local release may be because Lunch toured hear on a spoken word gig around that time (see the rather full on interview clip I’ve added at the end).  This is now out of print but if you have some cash to splash around then there may be no better thing  to spend it on than a second hand copy of this.

This is a two disc release. The first disc, Transmutation, is a pretty good overview of her career and includes most of her important incarnations. Included are a few songs on which she collaborates with Rowland S Howard which come from the Shotgun Wedding and Honeymoon in Red records, Race Mixing from her stint with Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Motor Oil Shanty from  8 Eyed Spy, collaborations with Die Haut and Shockheaded Peters, her cover of the Beatle’s Why Don’t We Do It In The Road and even a cut off her no-wave big band phase from Queen of Siam. The real treat for fans is the inclusion of three of the tracks from the mighty Stinkfist EP, a now out of print collaboration  with Clint Ruin and Thurston Moore (only Son of Stink is missing). It’s all very good stuff and indeed if the record stopped there you would go away very happy but also included is a second disc of a live gig of Lydia playing Honeymoon in Red with Rowland S. Howard, Jim Sclavunos and others. And to make it even more indispensible it includes a live version of Gospel Singer a track written by Kim Gordon for the Harry Crews album. There is no information as to where the gig was played nor when, so it’s all a bit of a mystery but to hear Lunch at the height of her powers is something to behold.

As I searched the internet for info about Puroland I found this rather handy entry on a Merzbow database. This is what Mr Akita has to say about the record:

Puroland is the name of a Sanrio amusement park which is dedicated to Hello-Kitty, located in suburbs of Tokyo. “Pilgrimage to Puroland” is the melancholic first song. I played once this song live in Tokyo. “Celebration Day” is inspired by the song “Celebration Day” of Led Zeppelin (from their album “3″), once I played this song at Fandango, Osaka. “Pleasant Valley Monday” is inspired by the song “Pleasant Valley Sunday” of The Monkees (from their album “Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones LTD”). “War Frog” was originally called “Boom Boom Bomb” because of the sound of the bass loop. I played this live many times.

That second last sentence kills me. There is so much over-analysis of Merzbow that the idea that he named a song Boom Boom Bomb because that’s what the bass loop sounded like gives me the flutteries. For your average Merzbow nerd though, Puroland is really good. It’s digital though so if you like the more analogue based stuff then this may not  light up your life. I’m a  bit partial to the digital records so I give this the big thumbs up. The noise Merzbow conjures up on this now out of print release on a small Norwegian label is probably some of the more accessible Merzbow out there and also some of the most un-Merzbow themes you’re likely to hear. The opener begins with a looped dark-folk guitar and voice snippet before the layers of digital noise are allowed to settle over the top of it. There are some beats and strange vocal effects added to the mix as the track progresses. The idea that Pleasant Valley Monday reference the Monkees is just mad because trying to reconcile the rather malevolent and dense fog of noise with the  shiny, uselessness of the Monkees is ultimately pointless although pretty fun. A guitar loop make s a reappearance and on Celebration Day but any link to Zeppelin is kind of baffling. And you know what the final track War Frog, after beginning with some lovely field recordings of birds does have a bass loop that goes boom boom bomb. Classic stuff but for an album inspired by an amusement Park the vibe is not a happy one. In fact its is almost the record of someone who mourns for a society hell bent o the most pointless consumerism. Although this is out of print there are copies still around which oddly enough are not going for stupid money.

Have you ever heard of TODD before? Me neither but thanks to those nice people at Riot Season I have now and I’m all the better for it. Don’t be put off by the cheesy cover art  because Todd are a four piece from London who produce big fat slabs of greasy punk-metal with hat tips to Touch and Go and in particular Jesus Lizard. There are a few bands around at the moment trying to pump out a similar sound, very few of them doing it very well. TODD are an exception and the fact that they seem to have flown under the radar should hopefully be remedied with Big Ripper.

Big Ripper is the third album proper they have released  (their  first two were on Southern).  To get an idea of their sound you obviously have to take the Jesus Lizard  and then also think Boris when they just kick into all out rock n’ roll gear and a similar fuzzed out punk to Clockcleaner. The UK has rarely done this sort of music well (Part Chimp anyone?) and in the earlier tracks there are flourishes of Butthole Surfers type humour, a smattering of McLusky and Big Black metronomic bass thud.  Yet in making those comparisons it would be unfair not to point out that TODD are also capable of some left field experimental riffs (French and Out Of France) which reminded me a little of label mates Shit and Shine.  The clips I’ve added are from their previous records and although there is great deal of variety of Big Ripper it gives you a bit of an idea of their sound. Big Ripper is released on 20 November 2009.

Along with Dust of Dreams, this is my favourite Merzbow record. Blossoming Noise has released some of the finest Merzbow records out there at the moment (Senmaida, Zophorus) but Bariken is now out of print and well, I’ve already voiced my opinion on what I think of that concept. I mean seriously how fucking hard can it be to keep a  record in print. If you have any interest in Merzbow at all then you need to get yourself a copy of Bariken. One of the reasons it works so well for me is that it is equal parts noise maelstrom and recognisable forms. Minka Pt.1 reminds me of the opening of Bauhaus Double Dare which I think is fucking excellent because you know, I like Bauhaus, yet at the same time the noise is nudging the higher thresholds of Merzbow’s output. The second track, Bariken,  is all industrial bombast and crunchy Dilloway-esque effects and I put my hand up and say I really enjoy when he goes a bit industrial and in my opinion it anchors some of his finer work. On most of the  tracks a sound akin to a squadron of WW2 Spitfires overheard makes an appearance. The same  effect anchors Minka Pt.2 which almost suffocates the other layers to create a track full of ominous dread.Minka Pt.3 begins as all crackles and kitchen clatter before some tribal drumming begins and some micro vocal dispatches makes an appearance. It’s almost a bit like Nurse with Wound at times. The whole album  is rounded off by one of Merzbow’s finest moments – the epic Bariken (reprise), 30 minutes of noise textures and industrial rhythm menace before evolving into a noise-ambient masterpiece. Nearly perfect.

What a fucking shitty record this is. Released on the usually safe label Mego, Magia Potagia which probably translates to”piece of crap” is one of the most excruciating noise records I’ve ever sat through. Evol are a Spanish duo who robbed me of $20 by not having a warning sticker saying how useless this record is. There are three tracks. The first sounds like John Wiese scoring a Loony Toons cartoon which, you know, sounds fucking awesome until you realise that the fucking thing goes for 28 fucking minutes. The second sounds like a swarm of electronic mosquitoes which again  sounds totally great but that’s all it fucking does – no variation, no interest full stop. The third sounds like the music of a fairground carousel being back masked – again no variation. The concept is all good the execution all bad. These guys obviously have a sense of humor but if you’re looking for some fun in your noise go buy a Jazkamer record instead – they are way better.

This was the first album Merzbow released in 2009, arriving from a small Greek label, Low Impedance. I suspect that had I heard this at the  time it was released and before I started receiving the 13 Japanese Birds records, my thoughts on this work may have been very different. But it was not until May of this year that I shelled out the cash for Somei  and by that stage Merzbow drumming in a free jazz style (and other styles for that matter) was no longer the novelty that it might have been when this first came out. In fact Somei is really a precursor to the whole 13 Japanese Birds thing in that it heavily features Akita doing the whole drumming thing but here it is much more restrained  than what you get on many of the 13 Birds records but had the title and art work had been any different you’d probably have thought that it is one of the recent series. To be fair, out of all of the recent Merzbow records I’ve heard barring a couple of the 13 Japanese Birds ones which have been excellent (Pt 2 for instance) my favourite (recent) Merzbow record has to be Tombo and I wonder whether this is because deep down I actually prefer his pure noise records rather than those which have some recognisable forms. I was reading a review of Oersted which appears on Amazon of all places, and the reviewer has an idea which I think has some merit: he differentiated the Merzbow records based on the harshness of the noise. So for instance he gave Pulse Demon an extreme rating, 1930 a very harsh rating, Merzbuta was given a low to moderate rating etc. As a general idea I think it is pretty good, but it become tricky when you have to start examining his latest work. There has to be more to differentiating Merzbow’s work than simply the harshness factor, and how do you in fact define harshness because my idea of harsh and your idea of harsh might be quite different. To truly make sense of  Merzbow’s work and to write a meaningful review I think a Merzbow record has to be considered on a criteria of  volume, the density of the layers, recognisable forms, repetition and rate of change  and whether when you chuck them all of them into the mix, the record actually works. And I think that might be some if the problem with his more recent works (particularly last years). The concepts by themselves are pretty good but what actually makes a Merzbow record interesting is two fold. Firstly are we hearing something new, for instance does  Merzbow’s take on an already recognisable form astonish and delight? Secondly if there are no recognisable forms,  is the way it is constructed and controlled great – does it allow me to reach some form of “noise nirvana” (I pinched that off Paul Hegarty). Basically is the record convincing as the work of someone who is at the top of his game or was it simply put together after breakfast and sent  to the latest small label to release.  Good Merzbow astonishes and delights. Is Somei good Merzbow? No not really. Is it a good noise record? As Sarah Palin would say – You betcha!

Alien8 Records have released some of the finest Merzbow records and Animal Magnetism just happens to be one of them. This is one of the very first Merzbow records I bought and although I flogged it to death when I first bought it I don’t think I actually sat down and listened to it properly in well over a year which is absolutely fucking nuts because Animal Magnetism, when I look back at everything of Merzbow’s that I’ve heard, is one of the strangest and most rewarding noise experiences I’ve had.

When Merzbow produced this he had already begun his experiment with digital noise - Merzzow and Merzbeat had already been released and if you read the reviews of the time their was a bit of sniffiness about Merzbow’s digital experiements. I think that as a body of work his digital stuff is excellent so pay no heed to the naysayers. Proceedings kick off with the self titled rack which begins as a whirlwind of processed cicada noise, filtered guitar heaviness, chicken noises, scree and hiss. It is one of those fantastic Merzbow tracks that constantly shift and changes as new effects are continually piled on to create an oddly rhythmic behemoth of noise. The second track, Quiet Men, is much the same – swirling digital pulses of noise buggery with a whiff of metallic psychedelia. The third track Super Sheep has that wonderfully woozy techno beat like  Atari Teenage Riot on a pogo stick. It may also be the shortest track of Merzbow’s career coming in at 4 minutes 30 seconds. The final two tracks are completely different. A Ptarmigan is the longest tracks here at 22 minutes and also one of the strangest Merzbow tracks I can remember. Here he uses silence and effect to create something truly creepy before slicing up the mood with bolts of hiss. Again the track changes and morphs as it progresses but the progression feels very deliberate and micro-managed. The last track Pier 39 is one of those tracks where Merzbow takes a violent swerve away from everything else on the album to create one of the loveliest things he’s every done. Pier 39 is ambient – noisy ambient sure – but somehow calm. Perfect noise for the morning  after the night before.

If you’re not a fan of Merzbow during his digital phase then you might want to skip past this one. I, on the other hand,am a huge fan of his digital output and I recommend that you head to the Alien 8 webshop and buy everything Merzbow they have. Doors Open and Aqunecromancer included.

Last night for the first time in a very long time I actually left the house to see some live music. Room 40 a Brisbane experimental music label has been hosting the Open Frame festival for the  last couple of years and this year I decided to get myself along to The Brisbane Powerhouse for a bit of a look. What a fucking night. There were four artists in all – Pumice and Rosy Parlane form New Zealand, Ducktailss from New Jersey and my pick of the evening Ilios from Greece. Now before I headed to this festival I knew about was Pumice but the rest of them were a bit of a mystery. Two hours later I had a couple of Ilios CD’s and a CD by Rosy Parlane in my hot little hand (bless those merchandise tables). All of them were great and I’ll post on how great Rosy Parlane was at a later time.

Ilios was simply incredible. His set consisted of a slowly evolving noise track accompanying a video installation. The video started off as a couple of dots of light and as the set continued more and more of the what was on the screen was revealed. As the music built in intensity and finally climaxed the picture is finally revealed, a rather lovely photo of a corpse with it’s head and arm blown off in a puddle of blood. It’s difficult to describe the sound itself except to say that it had an actual physical presence. At one point all of the air of the room was sucked out and waves of sickening pulses pressurised the room. I actually had difficulty breathing at one point  but that may be because the cockhead in front of me took of his shoes for some reason. It has a similar effect to some of Giffoni’s best work. Extraordinary set and if you live in Newcastle I think he’s playing there on Saturday and at the Toff in Melbourne on Sunday.

Love is My Motor is his latest CD released last year. Essentially it is one long track divided in to eight pieces all with titles of cheesy love declarations. Ilios straddles a line between drone and noise. With the textures kept simple, he uses volume incrementally to create something rather special. There is no rapid rate of change in his sound. The noise changes with great precision and purpose. this is minimalist noise for drone heads and if you liked those last couple of Carlos Giffoni records on No Fun then you might just like this. I sure as shit did. I have no idea how easy this is to track down but you may be able to get it form www.antifrost.gr.

I’ve become increasingly obsessed by Prurient and in a matter of a couple of weeks now own way too many of his records. When I’ve read about his records in the past the reviewers always seem to be a bit snippy. Particularly the Wire. For the most part his back catalogue seems to be pure harsh noise excursions with little light – massive walls of blackened noise. In the past couple of years the general consensus seems to be that he has turned it down a notch and allowed actual music to makes appearances on his records. I think the shippiness comes frmo the melodrama of Prurient’s records which is always dialled all the way up to 10. Does he take himself far too seriously? Probably – but whatever, it works for me.

The first Prurient record I bought, Cocaine Death, blew me away and right after I digested that I located a copy of this, probably his most recent easy to track down record. It’s a far different beast to Cocaine Death in that it is less rhythm happy and more a mood piece (thanks Azzief). In fact I’d go so far as to say that this approaches dark ambient (at times) territory. Although you wouldn’t know it if the opener is anything to go by. Black Post Society starts with the most sublime Suicide style risk before morphing into a black electronic head fuck. Things settle down on the next few tracks. I read one review which commented that this record is oppressively depressing. I didn’t get that at all. In fact I think that Black Post Society has a tiny bit of  hope peeping out from the darkness. In fact some of the tracks here are staggeringly beautiful, putting to one side Prurient’s penchant for a black metal growl and distorted spoken word. I’ve been flogging this one to death and it really is worthwhile tracking down. Stylistically, it’s black metal, noise, power electronics, spoken word, dark ambient and drone all mixed into one – and at the moment that suits me fine.