Shit this is a classic (non) listen, a pulsating “neverworld”, the womb of some crazy fucked up sky goddess who’s got kicked out of whatever astral plane she was residing on because she played her Borngräber & Strüver records too bloody loud…
Shit this is a classic (non) listen, a pulsating “neverworld”, the womb of some crazy fucked up sky goddess who’s got kicked out of whatever astral plane she was residing on because she played her Borngräber & Strüver records too bloody loud…
http://boringmachines.bandcamp.com/album/von-tesla-raised-by-clear-acid
WOAH! Set the controls for the heart of the fucking sun why don’t you Mr Tesla? And go easy on that KORG while you’re about it…. This is a monstrous release and one that will have you flat on your back if you’re not careful. You can get ripped to shreds on the sonic barrier reef Raised by Clear Acid throws up; be warned, you’ll get smashed, broken, lie quietly bleeding, waiting for the all-enveloping darkness to steal your soul. Shit this is a classic (non) listen, a pulsating “neverworld”, the womb of some crazy fucked up sky goddess who’s got kicked out of whatever astral plane she was residing on because she played her Borngräber & Strüver records too bloody loud…
Without further ado, let’s get lowdown with the sounds. n3 rumbles into view with this abandoned, PISSED OFF attitude that sets up the ambient menace of Understanding of Gravity_de Sitter space, a veritable mouthful of a title that somehow gives an oblique clue to the gnomic pulse we have to listen to. It’s heavy stuff, but invigorating nonetheless and by the end it starts to mutate into this weird throbbing dance track/heartbeat… Then we have Null Hypersurface, which boasts an endlessly shifting, sifting beat which plays across the surface of some dry, hissing undulations of sound. There’s a beautiful but timid countermelody lost in there too; something that gives a real potency to the track. It’s fantastic. But best is yet to come. The last two tracks are throbmeisters extraordinaire, raising your psychicke hackles without you even realising. All Cycles Lost is – obviously – about a destitute washing machine that can’t operate (yes you guessed) its own spin cycles; condemned to play out the same trippy rotation across hyperspace. Following that zone-out, Unifying all fundamental interactions (Vertical horizon) disappears into the wormhole prepared for it with a shake of its goatish tail, half commanding you to follow it in. The phaser amidships really fucks with your head too.
Unbelievably good.