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GNOD R&D 'Paint It Blacker' (5:59)
A2 GNOD R&D 'Let's Get Numb' (6:28)
Whirling Hall Of Knives 'Clarotranq' (4:18)
B2 Whirling Hall Of Knives 'Clarotranq (Afterglow)' (8:13)
a bond of sorts formed in 2012 birthing the release of GNOD's '5th Sun'
7" on WHOK's own Trensmat label (not to mention the various
subsequent affiliated Dwellings and/or Druss offshoot 12"s on same)
it makes some sort of sense that the two outfits should appear together
on the same piece of plastic.
should need no introduction but if if one was required their double hit
on the A side of this split release would be simultaneously a misleading
primer and also bang on target. Operating in main men Paddy &
Chris's GNOD R&D guise their usual organic thrashing rhythm section
is absent, replaced by frenetic and thrillingly crisp drum machine and
It Blacker' is a creepy dancehall opener with a desolate but defiant
vibe in both sound and lyrics ("Is it slipping away?....TAKE IT
BACK!"). In addition to the sparse delayed/distorted analogue
tones, trebly electro percussion sentries fly off in all angles from
their bass base with plenty of space and clarity given to each element.
"If I lose my mind...DO I WANT IT BACK!?" is an unanswered
open question to which you can draw your own conclusion(s).
banger 'Let's Get Numb' accelerates the tempo and throws everything at
the baddies: horrific droneage, pulsing synth lasers, lacerating
staccato guitar licks, howling vocals...no expense spared. Instead of
continuing the introspective soul-searching this is a call-to-arms to
get numb in the face of contemporary shared adversities. Failing the
suggested old reliables of getting drunk/stoned there is sufficient heft
in the propulsion of this track to take you far enough out of reality
for its 6 minutes 28 seconds.
the B are Ireland's long-ruining rhythmic noise pushers Whirling Hall Of
Knives (aka WHOK) with a cautionary tale told in two chapters.
is a shape-shifting mutant that *SPOILER* cruelly switches mid-flow.
From the initial guise of a crawling, shuddering electro abomination it
then star-wipes to a grim scene, invoking a crude facsimile of Hooky at
his lowest ebb. A husk of his once-chirpy plucking creates the solitary
soundtrack, as the world's last data centre goes up in flames around
him...and all the while the voices in his head repeat a hopeless
demotivating mantra ("...psyche-stares, shivers" etc.).
'Clarotranq (Afterglow)' could provoke an extreme physical reaction in
that you may want to tear your contaminated clothes off immediately -
but not in a sexy-time way, as this is the sonic equivalent of pure
unchecked radioactivity Wavering meter readings blurp over ominous
subterranean robo-dub, leaving you in a state of toxic uncleanness.
Something big and bad has just happened and this is the sound of the
aftermath, the afterglow.
NOT inhale or touch ANYTHING!