Out Of Body Records is at it again, WE REALLY LIKE THIS IMPRINT!! And up next is a project from PTM Jim…
DEIGN cuts, chops, hisses, smashes and pisses their way through intense, dynamic cut up chopped sounds and emotions, at times screeching and at times rumbling, jarring, dark, the sound of entropy. High pitched washes of white noise, sucking out your last breaths The DEIGN soundsdrum up to menacing shaking pulses of doubt, alienation, nervousness, sound mixes with blood, pus, and disease plagued cochlear. Stainless steel easrplugs cant save you from this menacing sound clawing in your ear and carving it out from the inside. There is someone watching you, waiting, broken brain, ready to attack and throw your motionless corpse back into the cog of the machine where it was spawned from. THIS IS DARK DARK CUT UP SOUNDS.
Rumpling pules, chaotic feedback modulation, scratchy cut up (tape?) sounds, industrialized distant rhythms, blood hymns, and unknown objects pushed in the red seemlessly blend together different levels of the conspiracy of self doubt- This tape contains sounds to break down the psyche and start over. MEANINGS regurtitating themselves in the form of the sounds of a pack of rabid dogs being slayed in the distance, approaching, the blood smell is metallic, a grating, gnarley wind of death invades your ears and into the skull. Personal political monsters are no match for this alienating anomaly.
Look as the eye in the sky proves you are alone from your own perspective, while a nervous, scattering, broken machine subtly yet intrusively hovers above. DEIGN is top notch in the harsh/cut up/industrial, whatever the fuck game. Check this out, as it’s becoming a treat to hear a project in this aesthetic vein that works with such care and intent. Dark, cynical, jarring cut up industrial / noises played with purpose and a nod to the void at the same time. The art and overall production value of this release is no surprise as Denton, TX Out Of Body Records delivers top notch production value which elevates this tape to another level.
writted by malo
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