• Distribution,  Vinyl

    Emanation ‎– The Emanation Of Begotten Chaos From God (2 × Vinyl)


    Emanation ‎– The Emanation Of Begotten Chaos From God (2 × Vinyl)
    Label: Sentient Ruin Laboratories ‎– SRUIN150, CAVSAS ‎– CS003
    Format: 2 × Vinyl, LP, Album, Limited Edition, Reissue, Stereo
    Country: Spain
    Released: 05 Nov 2021
    Style: Black Metal, Experimental

    Emanation is a side project from CG Santos, the mastermind behind drone act Like Drone Razors Through Flesh Sphere. An intense, esoteric and surreal combination of black metal, noise and industrial with a lo-fi production and occult lyrical themes, this is not an easy listening or approachable album by any stretch but the deranged and eerie sounds produced by Santos across the debut album The Emanation of Begotten Chaos from God make it a unique and rewarding listen for those who can penetrate its strange depths.

    The album is 71 minutes long and with just six tracks four of them are ten minutes and above. The first one Cyclic Metamorphosis begins with an eerie clean melody, a slow and tinny drumbeat and noisy electronics for the first few minutes before the guitars come in with a scathingly harsh tone to them, which when accentuated for the noisy electronics makes for a dense sound even with the incredibly lo-fi production. At this point the guitars seem there more for their slow and heavy texture than for the addition of any melody, until it kicks off about six minutes in with the simple drumbeat increasing in tempo,the scratching of guitar picking up the pace while an eerie melody continues in the background. Each texture is so massive and there’s a lot of layers resulting in a sound that at first sounds incredibly lo-fi, disjointed and dissonant. But repeated and active listening reveals the esoteric melodies present under the scratchy guitars and electronic din, and the lo-fi sound all gives it an eerie and caustic atmosphere, all accentuated by this dissonant layering. It’s mostly very slow and incredibly raw and dense, but the industrial noisy elements make it sound unlike most other black metal. When the vocals finally come in, a harsh scream that’s fuzzed out by effects, it’s buried quietly in the mix, and with the off-beat drums and scraping overlapping sound of the other elements it’s a psychedelic nightmare. The following track Ritual Asphyxia starts off like a Sunn O))) guitar drone fed through a dozen noise pedals, screeching and clanking with an off-beat industrial strangeness. When the vocals come in the guitar gets more furious and more twisted by these industrial elements in a harsh and inaccessible wall of effects laden blackened noise. Some slow black metal melodies shine through once again in the background, and the tinny drums are so simplistic as to seem at odds with the array of harsh textures that make up the wall of sound, and it is truly caustic and occult sounding. Just after the half way mark it all explodes into a faster pounding piece of intensely harsh and layered black metal. Ritual Asphyxia indeed.



    Immortal Blood Coil relents on the heaviness with a noisy dark ambient piece, bereft of the wall of sound approach, and creates an eerie psychedelic sound with layers of synth, chimes, drums, noise and more effects laden vocals. It relents on the heaviness but not on the dark atmosphere. Synesthesia of the Lesser Sphere is the droniest of the lot, with a droning guitar wail providing the backdrop for the creaking twisted sound of the knob twiddling electronics and harsh drawn out vocals over the top. Now and then throughout the track, the guitar stops and the electronics continue by themselves, and there’s a quiet, understated but creepy melody running in the background throughout. It’s kind of like if Anaal Nathrakh decided they wanted abandon their brand of apocalyptic devastation to create some of the creepiest fucking music of all time instead.

    The final two tracks Inorganic and Sands of Totemic Silence are the two longest on the album at 18 and 15 minutes respectively. The electronics on the former are so harsh, dissonant and noisy it sounds like the breakdown of some mechanic behemoth and the lo-fi trebly sound of the guitars sings its eerie black metal wail over the top with melodies that are slow to reveal themselves -it’s intelligent, melodic and caustic blackened noise. The closer starts with eerie dark synth ambient in one of the few moments that isn’t a complete clusterfuck of noise, but still sounds dark as all hell before kicking off with more off-beat drums as layers upon layers of guitar, synth and noise all drone away with a slow and deranged din, breaking down towards the end into a noisy electronic mess.

    The Emanation of Begotten Chaos from God has to be one of the most original black metal releases I’ve heard in the last few years, and it’s so dissonant, surreal and nightmarish it has to be heard by anyone interested in pushing the genre’s boundaries with it’s harsh and twisted explorations – it it will take more than few listens to unravel the depths of what’s going on as it might sound like a messy din at first, but reveals itself to be a caustic and surreal masterpiece.

  • Distribution,  Vinyl

    Tumefactum – Tumefactum


    Tumefactum – Tumefactum
    Label: Andalucia Über Alles ‎– AÜA 008, Muerte A Tipo ‎– none, The Safety Pin Generation ‎– TSPG 005, SINCRONICA ‎– SINCRO-008
    Format: Vinyl, LP, Album, Limited Edition
    Country: Spain
    Released: Mar 2017
    Style: Alternative Rock, Post-Punk, Goth Rock

    Grupo de Murcia, en 2015 grabaron una demo y a principios del año 2017 editaron este Lp. En vinilo, a través de los sellos Andalucía Über Alles, Muerte a Tipo, Sincronica, The Safety Pin Generation y el propio grupo. 10 temas, post punk, temas tranquilos, melodías oscuras, algo inquietantes y depresivas…

    En uno de los tema incluyen unas lineas de Federico García Lorca

  • Artists,  GH Records

    Coàgul, Cadena – Coàgul & Cadena



    Coàgul, Caden – Coàgul & Cadena
    Label: Dead Moon Records ‎– DMR01, Discos Enfermos, Broca, Gradual Hate Records ‎GH 129 VN
    Format: Vinyl, LP, Mini-Album
    Country: Spain
    Released: 10 Nov 2016
    Style: Experimental, Industrial, Noise, No Wave

    Sisters and brothers: throughout our miserable lives they haven’t ceased to try to sell us all kinds of ideals by the means of all possible dialectical subterfuges. Vanquishing our will again and again. Injecting us without mercy hundreds of all sorts of viruses of obstinating idealism: those of decadence and those of excellence, those of excess and those of containment, those of partying and those of work, those of pleasure and those of sacrifice, those of life and those of death. We have kept on believing and digesting them one after the other, accepting them one by one heart on hand, only to rapidly reject each one of them and swallow the next one. But always in absolute spiritual submission to one or another higher instance that tells us what do we have to believe. That’s why once defrauded and betrayed by all the viper tongues that caressed our pineal glands, once fed up and stuffed with all the viruses of the ideal, we have come to the realization that what they were trying to sell us wasn’t anything else than ourselves. That’s why the time has come when we no longer believe nothing, when we are finally cleansed, when we finally are totally impervious to all meta-narrative seduction, when we at last find ourselves face to face with nothingness: we no longer have anything, nor we want to have anything; we no longer know nothing, nor we want to know nothing; we no longer are nothing, nor we want to be nothing. That’s why we have transformed ourselves into pure luminous electricity, that’s why we have transformed ourselves into the most absolute ideal, that’s why we are more pure and free than ever, that’s why we have the universe at our disposal: let’s celebrate it by taking its fruits with total disafection.

    In Summer 2015, these two industrial music acts from Barcelona decided to join their forces to produce a series of songs specifically conceived to be played for first and last time during the third edition of Cønjuntø Vacíø festival. Formed in 2015, CADENA is a three-piece combo refreshing the hardcore punk and industrial rock traditions, and distilling them into a saturated and contemporary sound that is close to the most plastic-like noise rock. COÀGUL is the single-member project of an unclassifiable character who, from 2009 onwards has been taking back the rythm’n’noise sound of Esplendor Geometrico-like acts, translating it into a certain lyrical drive that brings him closer to the lands of folk music rather than those of the noise music into which it’s so easy to pigeonhole him. For this occasion, the two acts shaked their hands in their common soils: the obsession for urban space, contemporary dystopia and an active nihilism that connects the suburbs with cosmos. From the work done were born seven songs that were firstly played live at the festival —becoming a corrosive experience which, by the means of noise, light and relational performance art, exhausted the senses of the audience and deprogrammed it’s behaviour— to be later recorded at the studio in the days after. With lyrics in Catalan, more than an album this is a document that cartographies a contextual micro-particle key to understand the hidden details of Barcelona’s underground. The release of these songs in LP format has been fruit of the cooperative work between four labels: Dead Moon Records, Discos Enfermos, Broca Records and GH Records.

    Dead Moon Records + Discos Enfermos + Broca + GH Records



    Hermanas y Hermanos: a lo largo de nuestras miserables vidas no nos han parado de intentar vender todo tipo de ideales mediante todos los subterfugios dialécticos posibles. Doblando nuestra voluntad una y otra vez. Inoculándonos sin piedad centenares de virus de idealismo recalcitrante de la más diversa índole: los de la decadencia y los del excelencia, los del exceso y los de la contención, los de la fiesta y los del trabajo, los del placer y los del esfuerzo, los de la vida y los de la muerte. Nos los hemos ido creyente y digiriendo el uno detrás el otro, aceptándolos uno a uno con el corazón en la mano, para después renegar enseguida y tragarnos rápidamente el siguiente. Pero siempre en absoluta sumisión espiritual a una instancia o la otra superior que nos dice el que tenemos que creer.

    Por eso, un golpe estafados y traicionados por todas las lenguas de serpiente que nos han mimado la glándula pineal, un golpe empachados y embutidos con todos los virus del ideal, nos hemos dado cuenta de qué el que nos estaban intentando vender no era sino a nosotros mismos. Por eso, ha llegado la hora en que ya no nos creemos nada, en que ya estamos definitivamente depurados, en que ya somos totalmente impermeables a toda seducción meta-narrativa, en que por fin nos encontramos frente a frente con la nada: ya no tenemos nada, ni queremos tener nada; ya no sabemos nada, ni queremos saber nada; ya no somos nada, ni queremos ser nada. Por eso nos hemos convertido en pura electricidad luminosa, por eso nos hemos convertido nosotros mismos en el ideal más absoluto, por eso somos más puros y entregas que nunca, por eso tenemos el universo a nuestra disposición: celebrémoslo tomando sus frutos con total desafección.