A rallying war hymn sounds. The glorious march of a dead empire. Ghosts of their conquest and hopes of victory echoing on for eternity. Trumpets, war drums and enthusiasm. After the opening ceremony the crowd applauds as a solitary voice speaks to them of triumph and victory. Things turn sour. All the hopeful promises within the speech are slowly molested by a throbbing wall of noize. War march percussion and chanting of battle or rebellion (Of which I am unsure). Feedback and increasing intensity. The speech rings on. The march goes on. The noize grows thicker. It is as if the words spoken are polluting the air. Filth and grime building. Another failed system in the process of promise and decay. Deep pounding drums. Silence. He speaks. The sounds of enslavement and labour. Clang of metal. Buzzing of machinery. He speaks on. Promising, promising, promising. Always promising. Things grow increasingly bleak by the second. We are in the belly of the beast. Midway through this monolithic tribute to failure. Almost 20 mins in length. Various speeches from forgotten history are heard amidst the restless machines and slaves. They speak of many things but any hopes of a silver lining are long since forgotten. Out of silence bombs burst. Shrapnel pierces the heavens. A choir of angels sing a song of woe to humanity backed by the percussion of broken glass. Dense electronics. Whir of chopper blades. Thunder cracks and rain falls. The angels only watch and sing. Electronic noize begins to cut through the beautiful sorrowful atmosphere and ambience presented here. It can not hide the sadness try as it might. All fades into the sound static from an old vinyl. As if a fragmented memory of a lone Veteran who survived these hellish nightmares. Billie Holidays - Strange Fruit Plays on through the emptiness. Bitter memories of regret and loss are all that remain. http://oppressiveresistancerecords.bandcamp.com
REVIEW: ABATTOIR / OBSKURE PANDEMONIUM WEBZINE
