Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Putting Salt On A Sebaceous Cyst

NAHVALR Nahvalr (2008)

Dozens and dozens of audio tapes, distorted, layered, arranged, repeated ; blasts of guitar and voice exhaustion added. A whirlpool effect, chaos and evil. Nahvalr like nothing.

There are those first two minutes of the album, drawn from
Art Bell, a radio show where a guy states that he will play a transcript of the real damned soul in hell screaming wailing miners who dug too deep in the Earth's core. Confirmation the second.
"
Objectivity." Let's talk about precisely this objective, one that makes us draw the final conclusions, which makes the black dazzled us that the left hemisphere is capable. It is there, she sucks, she terrifies us, it takes us to the wrong town. Finally, either ... The Royal White Tiger is doing better ...


Dan
Tim and

(from
Have A Nice Life
, coincidentally ... ), both originators and arrangers, who turned evil in fact, had taken the good things divisive measure. Everything has been martyred, as well as music that design, and they reach a declaration to the world, especially in this modern world, this world by his on-offline connection.

Nahvalr makes technology scary.

The experimental accuracy in favor of the closest ever. The unbearable as hello.
Nahvalr
is elusive, his music sails into troubled waters, at depths corrosive acid crystallized. It does not define a feeling, or several.

So, admittedly, I wanted to tell you that it is fantastic that you will enjoy listening to more than one song, but you will be quite incapable. All this is not Fetters noise? On unhealthy atmosphere and bitterness? Whores squeaky seem much more audible.
is disgusting, no, not like Gnaw Their Tongues nor noise, nor as Burzum. Like anything else, poor blind.

must collect the meaning of this music, the atmosphere, the emotion that pours abundant as these flows of land. Oh no, these miserable without emotion, without these automata apensées designs, such billions of headless ants, sometimes grand, sometimes hole, will hardly do, do not have salvation.
Black, signs of escape, the condition is most tragic, the summit of the chasm, to wander in such atmospheres, such as "
Black Elk Speaks, Chokes, and
Dies", the song that sounds the end of the sound, the most established without doubt also the most accessible, the most decisive, if the decision did not done before (doubt it ...).
Cut each song is like murder of 176 stab a corpse already slashed decaying impregnated cartridges, teeth and eyes gouged out.

Enter. Enter. Arrive after the 66 minutes, scrub the atmosphere until the last drop. Have A Nice Life.
Thibaut.



Review:

HAVE A NICE LIFE - Deathconsciousness



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