It's a crime against my soul that this almanac of ►NΞOLOGIC_SP▲SM◀ includes only 2 Noise Unit albums which couldn't have been futher apart from each other than penguins & deckchairs, not to mention the absense of absolutely vital Intermix, but at least it all got remastering treatment similar to 2022's Permanent Data; heaps above Artoffact's remasters, a bit too loud though. Plus my day job now comes with less violence since blissful Synæsthesia is avaliable to more people than me & my cellmate.
A nostalgic magnet not as strong as the pre-release singles made it sound like, but i learnt to appreciate the bold choices like cursed conspiracies on NWA & Ministry'esque dark satire take on FLA with clown cyberpocalypse of Splot. Compressed organ melodies on Bitter End makes it feel like a lost Skinny Puppy B-side. But the german song is a head-scratcher (even as a Moloch metaphor). With that being said, A Single Trace got the most inspiration in a very fortunately unfortunate zeitgeist...
The lord of lard, porcine libertine & our shotgun messiah has unsurprisingly not surprised with his new offering. Essentially, it has all of his modern production tropes: Gospel's electro-reliance, Risen's glam industrial-galore, use of new languages from the recent EP - you name it. But this time the interplay between riffs, post-effects & dominant synths pitchshifts the album to an air-tight, yet more skillful sound, placing front & center most tasty pork with Limbo's borlesque-noir garnish.
This remix is a dream came true for any old-fashioned rivethead. It's sound is precisely mimmicking early NIN's production. From the get-go few synth parts are followed by beat-focused rhytm-section very indentical to the pulsating one from their hit Closer. As the track goes by John Fryer just keeps expanding it & expanding with pounding, screechy, weighty factory'esque electronics in a sway of 2nd wave industrial, so you'll never get bored listening to PIG's lyrical swagger dagger.
Diamond-cutting 8 string riffs of A World Lit Only by Fire synthetized with stompy hip-hop/drum n' bass of Us And Them. It's like being a fish in a Titanic's aquarium. Fckn existential crisis tsunami. Although it's seems like the band is remaking their 90s albums by mixing it with JK's another inspirations i can't really complain after such a euphoric euthanasia.
Being BEATEN, BEATEN and, ah-ah, BEEEEEATEN by rusty metal pipes and not falling into a coma! And i still want more! This LP is a sublime blend of noise rock and industrial where each song ends up as danceable neurosis. You can say that it's like the last Daughters album combined with Kill The Thrill, but it doesn't even comes close to being that amplified by such a cathartic intensity.
This anomaly of an album is like Tetsuo in an audio form. It mutates, teraforms, evolves note by note perpetuating into amalgamations of symbiotic shapes of itself, - resulting into not an easily digestible sound, but one that is ever-so-rewarding upon each listen; makes you think, resonate & snarl at collective soporific. Bravo! At long last, an industrial kick in the eye which triggers neologic spasm in my bio-circuits.
P.S.: With a good dynamic range as an icing on the factory.
Talking about miracles, out of nowhere came THE 1ST OF HIS NAME in this stylish EBM-meets-hardcore techno-while-they-were-clinking-glasses-with-IDM type of album. Filled to the brim with infactious rhythms, striking symbolism & all sorts of couter-emotions draining you until you reach catharsis state of mind. Some parts could have been less orthodox, but Insanity alone is a final electro solution i didn't expect.
