(Catalogue no. 14295)
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Title Description:
The Merzbow behemoth continues to spew forth ever more material and, just as amazingly, there seems to be no shortage of labels eager to issue it; add the always-interesting Scarcelight imprint to the list. Yet even it's rendered speechless by Japanese noise-meister Masami Akita's mastodon soundÑor almost speechless, as the following text appears at the label's site: Two words: Merzbow Music. The disc includes three tracks, the first two modest in length and the third, Rattus rattus suite, an epic 37-minute meltdown. Like a dormant machine booted into life, 155 escalates to a lethal screech in just fourteen seconds. A symphony of brutal wails and howls pummels the listener into submission for a relentless five minutes, though the barest trace of a throbbing pulse can be glimpsed fleetingly behind the squeals. But it's the, ahem, 'suite,' that leaves the major impression. There's actually development of sorts, as merciless passages alternate with restrained episodes (or at least what counts for restrained in the Merzbow universe). At the nine-minute mark, one finds the piece convulsively lumbering before showers of shrapnel and caustic detonations threaten to topple it. Arrested moments suggest it's catching its breath at the fifteen-minute mark, and a hammering episode emerges soon after. In essence, though, the piece amounts to a non-stop barrage that's simultaneously frightening, bewildering, and stupefying. Listening to Merzbow's a transforming experience (no doubt anyone who's completed the awesome trek through the 50-CD Merzbox is forever altered) which doesn't mean pleasant. Rattus rattus is aural sadism, the brutal sound of machines howling in orgiastic pain as they're eviscerated, their innards violently ripped out one piece at a time.
May 2005, Textura
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