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coil's horse rotorvator.

genre(s): industrial, experimental

credentials: recorded and released in 1986 on the (now defunct) british independent some bizarre records label, produced by rico conning, tony harris, danny hyde, and paul samuelson. all lyrics were written and performed by jhonn balance (psychic tv, zos kia) and peter christopherson (throbbing gristle, psychic tv, zos kia), except for who by fire, a leonard cohen cover, and the golden section, which is a reworking of a paul vaughan narration of a peter wilson book.

the title and concept for coil's second studio album release came to a jhonn balance in a dream; the four horsemen of the apocalypse turn on their steeds, slitting their throats and fashioning a plough from their connected jawbones, which would excoriate the earth.

my first time hearing this record i remember feeling beside my own body, which doesn't happen as often with musical experiences as i like. austere, humorous, eclectic, snd frightening, the first track on this album wastes no time getting to the nitty gritty, from the crudely titled anal staircase to the very tune and timing of the restless collage of the noisy, industrial instrumental production itself. each track feels like cycling through the mind of a person who's seen it all, from themes of betrayal on one moment, to children squealing and playing with the type of glee that can only come from a carefree adolescent the next, to rhe martial and commanding foot steps of men in the trenches, and marching bands accompanied by crooning of death and betrayal, with extensive and visceral depictions of hedonism and debauchery that would make oscar wilde crack a smile occassionally taking the forefront.

this project makes me understand why coil earned the title of one of the most influential and original experimental bands of the 80s, and they're slowly working their way up to one of my favorite groups of all time.

favorite tracks: the anal staircase, ostia (the death of passolini), circles of mania, blood from the air, and the golden section.

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coil's ape of naples



genres: industrial, experimental, dark ambient.

credentials: produced by danny hyde and peter christopherson, conceptualized and written by jhonn balance, recorded at trent reznor's (now defenct) nothing studios, published by coil's own threshold house studio in 2005.

there's an except from a peter wilson novel published in 1980 about the nature of angels, about "the strange connection that becomes apparent between mors and amor, love and death. the moment of 'extinction' in the pleasure of love resembles that of death, and thus that of the mystic. in mythic terms, eros and thanatos are almost twins, for in some cases death appears as a lovely youth, and eros as a withered starveling."

he then goes on to say that, "both love and death are gateways, hence their eternal adolescence, and their fixation in the midst of the rite of passage."

i like reviewing horse rotorvator and ape of naples in close proximity, because the former feels like a continuation of the latter. i often say that if horse rotorvator conveyed the risky desperation and carnal hedonism aspect of the AIDS crisis, ape of naples conveys spiritual side, the transcience of one's morality, along with continued themes of death and betrayal, are very tanigable on this record.

coil comes through with yet another equilibrium of spontaneous, animistic creation and exacting ritualistic structure in their final studio album; a brilliant collection of final productions and reworkings of jhonn balance's (previously) incomplete works, and was released by his partner shortly after balance's death in 2004. considering coil's subject matter throughout the years, i wonder if that was tactically planned. hypnotic, immersive, and subdued. a symphonic melancholia, with visceral depictions of somewhat final, grim acceptances of a terrible fate. a spontaneous, animistic creation and exacting ritualistic structure, i consider it an electronic work as important as kraftwerk's trans european express.

favorite tracks: fire of the mind, the last amethyst deceiver, tattooed man, i don't get it, and heaven's blade. i would also like to note the album closing with a cover of the theme song from the long-running british sitcom "are you being served?" which was also the closing song of balance's final live performance. an unlikely presence in coil's history, and humanistic insight of the mind and final send off to one of the most unique minds of the late 20th century.

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portal's ion.



genres: avant-garde metal, technical blackened death.

credentials: recorded at sullen sounds studios and published by the canadian independent label profound lore records in 2018. the musicians maintain anonimity as part of their gimmick, so there's no way to give flowers to specific members. you'll just have to trust me.

a friend recommended this australian band's 5th full length studio recording to me this year and i instantly became infatuated with it because i love when you can smell a singer's breath through your headphones.

it's not every day you see an experimental death metal band that's focused on being "experimental" more than anything else, but manages to make it work for them. in the true spirit of metal, this lovecraftian influenced extreme metal project shows no mercy, dense with atmosphere and sound, it's an all around great time if you enjoy laying on the floor and plucking yourself with sharp objects to see what comes out.

i had a lot of fun with the acidic riffs, the murky vocals accompanied by the deep, whirling howls of both forest and man, which felt as though they were plucked directly from that swamp of sadness in the neverending story movie, the pleasantly surprising and raw noise / drone influences that densened the atmosphere, and the general eerieness of the entirew album. each song left me feeling like i was barreling headfirst into a dank tunnel with a very dim light at the end of it.

i've listened to this record about 4 times and each time it's still sounded fresh, modern without being too on the nose, even picking up on new sounds and signs of high production quality in the process, most memorably the band's ability to balance the ghostly reverb of monstrous retches that lull you into a demented trance with the ability to continuously drown you in a sickly atmosphere; jarring, but never to the point of breaking your focus or the overall spirit of the album.

favorite tracks: ESP ION age, crone, spores, and phreqs.

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rudimentary peni's cacophony.



genre(s): deathrock, art punk.

credentials: vocals and lyrics by nick blinko, bass by grant matthews, and jon greville on drums. recorded, produced, and published by rudimentary peni and martin cooper's own (defunct) outer himalayan label in abotts langley hurtts, england, in 1988.

rudimentary peni's second studio LP is probably the most manic and frenzied album i've ever heard, i'm not sure how hyperbolic that statement is considering the band's frontman was institutionalized about 4 years after this LP's release.

i respect music that doesn't take itself to seriously hence why this is probably my favorite punk record of all time. a demented amalgimation of songs based around the life, writings, and death of lovecraft that are all way more enjoyable and immersive than anything locecraft himself has ever put on paper. energetic riffing accompanied by and alternating between perculiar echolalias and absurd monologues, so much is shoved into each fleeting track that it’s hard to take it all in on your first run, let alone get bored. every aspect is engaging, whether it’s catchy hooks or frenzied ranting of madmen, and as the curveballs keep coming, it becomes easier just to sit back and expect the unexpected.

the band's biggest strength has always been providing sociopolitical macabre lyricism over a backdrop of deceptively skillful instrumentation amidst the unorthodox vocal assault, but this album really brings out those abilities the best. it's easy as it is to overlook the tight musicianship, but there are lots of great guitar licks and bass grooves to be heard throughout the album.

in short, this record really scratches that neurotic itch in my brain, both as a lover of loud music who likes to thrash and a person who stimulates by listening to things to am obscene degree (according to my last.fm algorithim, i've listened to every track on the album about 20 times a week, 807 this year so far, i'm actually listening to it as i write this review and it still feels as good as the first time i heard it) rudimentary peni is truly the only band of its kind, and despite deliberately seeking obscurity and alienation in the music industry, they're one of the few bands i can wholeheartedly say make me understand why people feel they can connect so deeply with an artist.

favorite tracks: the only child, periwig power, the evil clergymen, arkham hearse, the old man's not so terribly misanthropic, gentlemen prefer blood, beyond the tanarian hillsshard, and black on gold.

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wormrot's voices.



genre(s): grindcore.

credentials: recorded at inversion studios and released in 2016 on the british indepdent label earache records in london and new york. vocals by arif rot, guitar by rasyid rot, and drums by vijesh rot. produced by cedric chew.

what emotion does the phrase "singeporean grindcore band" evoke in you? mild fascination? disdain? that picture of the goat at the small venue in france? perhaps you don't know what a single word of the phrase means and don't really intend to change that anytime soon. all's good and well, but for me personally, it was a phrase that unveiled something in me that i didn't know i needed. i did some research on the band and found out it was formed two years after all three members had served their mandatory two years in uniformed service, which told me everything i would probably need to know about the content they were producing.

wormrot is one of the most ruthless grindcore bands in modern memory and voices, their third full length studio album, shows no sign of them slowing down or deeming that title obsolete. a compact record with themes that are so unique to that of anyone currently living in the global south, that simaltenously transcends language barriers and beckons class solidarity with disenfranchised groups all over. from disillusionment with hegemony, to he catharsis that comes with flinging cultural and social norms down the stairs and kicking them in the face and chest with a big "FUCK YOU" as a send off, taking influence from thrash, death, crust, and hardcore punk, with songs that make my head spin all throughout, the most (and only) visceral record of global south misery in extreme metal history. this is an album with a pulse and no intent of going down without a fight, bringing everyone a gutteral sense of catharsis along the way.

frontman arif rot is the most ferocious he's ever sounded, rasyid rot churning out some addictive riffs bordering on "catchy" with his ax, and the new drummer vijesh brings it all in with a more natural, fresh percussion methodology.

none of this touches on the album's greatest strength, however, which is the variety. the riffs on the opening track ‘blockhead fuck off’ reminds me a lot of slayer's ‘angel of death’. the riffs on ‘compassion is dead’ or ‘fake moral machine’ could havevery easily been put on an entombed album and i wouldn't have given it a second thought. cuts like the ones on ‘hollow roots’ and ‘god’s in his heaven’ manage to keep up the intensity while also remaining interesting and compect, with melodic vocal deliveries and assertive, militant lyricism that keep things memorable. the solid production works in the album’s favour as well, giving the instruments room to breathe without sounding sterile. the guitar tone is especially satisfying.

i’m ecstatic that this album has seen the light of day. the band has been through a huge amount of shit since the release of 2011’s dirge, touring mishaps and the difficulty of making a band like wormrot financially viable in singapore and aesthetically fresh overseas, difficult day-jobs, to the loss of long-time drummer in 2015 under ominous circumstances; any other band would've thrown in the towel long ago, but not this one. voices feels like a labor of love from a group of dudes that have been kicked again and again, but refuse to give up on doing what they love, and i think we can all learn a lot from that, especially in the political climate of the past 15 years. this record is a headstrong reminder that wormrot are still at the top of the food chain when it comes to this particular style of music. they've easily worked their way up to my title of "favorite grind band of all time", and i'm excited to see what the future has in store for them.

favorite tracks: blockhead fuck off, exit fear, god's in his heaven, fallen into disuse, first world syndrome, compassion is dead.

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system of a down's toxicity.



genre(s): alt metal, avant-garde metal.

credentials: recorded and produced at cello studios in hollywood california, published by both american and columbia records by rick rubin and daron malakian, and co-produced by serj tankian in 2001. serj also does vocals, with daron on lead guitar and backing vocals, shavo odadjian on bass, and john dolmayan on drums.

before this year my only real interaction(s) with system of a down had been through the ocean of chop suey! amvs that existed in 2011, and a couple jabs about the clear channel radio controversy from older friends on the internet. by 2020, i was turned onto them again by
this viral video of a nigerian wedding, guests having a grand time to (what i assumed) was some cool doom / thrash metal project started by SOAD's frontman (despite my limited interaction with the band, serj's voice is one of the most unorthodox and diverse in all of metal), but turned out to be toxicity. i had it on loop for about 2 weeks, and what fully sold me on them was a friend promoting them to me as "the only metal band she likes". as a metalhead, i felt the need to investigate this claim.

it was far from unwarranted.

raised in the second most populated and diverse city in the united states, all four members of system of a down were the products of armenian genocide survivors, seeing through the myths of american exceptionalism (especially during the bush presidency) from a young age, with ancestral scars from a massacre still officially denied by its perpetrators. their positions as immigrants and ethnic outsiders lent them both their keen eyes for spotting political suppression and internal propaganda from the imperial core, and keen ears for their unconventional sound as well.

the opening track, prison song, immediately kicks off with a scathing, sing-song explaination of the evils of the for-profit american prison system, accompanied by heavy chugging riffs and weighty percussion. already this song highlights everything i love about this album: serj's wild, flexible vocal delivery, thick, intense instrumental harmonies that grab you by the throat and refuse to let go for the next 40 or so minutes, and staunch material analysis on the state of american decay and hypocrisy that never come off as preachy or performative. aligning with both southern california's roots in both heavy metal and hardcore punk scenes, it's easy to see how fans of this album could either cling to the political message like their life depended on it, or politely ignore them in favor of the instrumentals. either way, if you are courageous enough to approach the machine, you will be left deeply satisfied.

the rest of the album follows suit, with themes ranging from police brutality against youth behind the scenes of icons of capitalist architecture, carceral logic, (very sympathetic) depictions of domestic violence victims, substance abuse, and drug addiction, scientific reductionism, groupies, environmentalism that espouses the view of many eastern philosophies, war, and existing in a surveillance state. post world war ii america led to the rise of global power in an already failed state, solidfying itself as a capital E Empire after the dissolution of the GDR and USSR, leaving a noticable decline in education and culture in its wake, coming to a head in the late 90s and carrying on today, with the rise of fascism in my time of writing this. 2020 being the year of heightened class conciousness and political rebellion, it's no surprise that this album comes back into public conciousness every time there's a major shift in the political climate, leading to SOAD further solidifying itself as one of the most finely aged alternative / nu metal bands. ideally, though, one day we will look back on these songs and perceive them as a documentation of a barbaric civilization left in the past, rather than a harrowing depiction with significant relevance to the present.

my only critique of the album is that the cover isn't nearly as cool as the album cover on the band's debut LP, which saw that of an open hand referred to a world war ii anti-fascist poster designed by a member of the communist party of germany. :/

favorite tracks: prison song, needles, deer dance, jet pilot, ATWA, science.

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