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Author Edgar Allan Poe, is recognised as one of the progenitors of gothic story telling, writing tales that are both beautiful in prose, and full of lurking and foreboding grimness. Canadian Ian Revell has retold the Poe story, The Tell-Tale Heart, via his project Double Eyelid, which is an EP in four parts, set to its own gothic soundtrack.

Revell’s low and gravelled spoken vocals rumbles forth, in track one and behind him, wavers a lone violin, eerily scratching away, high pitched. The words are unhurried, with a sense of menace, and with the inclusion of a guitar, piano and drums, the singing begins. It is akin to listening to Rozz Williams (Christian Death), which sends me down the rabbit hole of wondering if Williams would have loved to do this. I think so. The guitar is the major driving force for the first rack, while track two, it is mostly a lone piano, that wanders and is yet to hint of the on coming terror.

The third track is where the murderer hides the body, and the proud fellow whistles along, assured of his cleverness. It is most interesting that the music has taken on, one could say, a more militaristic semblance, with the rat-a-tat of a snare drum, a popular instrument of British and American armies of the 18th and 19th centuries. Track four has a delicacy with the singular piano and when you perceive the stringed instruments, the atmosphere is quickly changing, with Revell perfectly putting across the spiralling mind of the murderer, lost in the culmination of alarm and dread.

The Tell-Tale Heart was first published in 1834, yet, like most of Poe’s compositions, it is ultimately about the human condition, the recognition that people are flawed and more to the point, we are able to see this is all still relevant. A narrator speaks of planning and murdering an old man, thence hiding the dismembered remains under the floorboards. They lie to the constabulary, but knowing the truth causes guilt and the narrator begins to mentally breakdown. It is the fear of being found out, and the overwhelming terror as they believe they can hear the heartbeat of the dead man, haunting them until they confess their wrongs. Already a powerful short story, Double Eyelid has brought The Tell-Tale Heart to life in all its true gothic glory, letting you listen to a man’s decent into psychological torment, and every moment is a pure delight.

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Diana Ringo is a Finnish film maker, who also makes avant-garde post-punk music. She released in August the single teaser “Happy Mealz” off the album Cyberwolf, which dropped in October. You might say, Onyx, you are a bit late….*pointed stare ensues*…. aaaaand you would be correct, but we aren’t talking about that. It is all about this cool single “Happy Mealz.”

Ringo’s vocals are unique, with the closest comparison I have being Diamanda Galas when she is hitting them low notes with her keening tones, matched with the spoken word veracity of Nico. It instantly spins you around after hearing the intro of sparkling synthwave and wailing guitar.

Is “Happy Mealz” about the children’s boxed meal that comes with a plastic toy from the place with the golden arches?? Where artificial food meets short lived joy, but it keeps the masses peachy keen and wanting more. It is the disconnect of a world that is swamped in mediocrity, because the common folk have been convinced, what the media and corporations sell you is your only choice. Choose life, choose freedom and choose to listen to something a bit different with Diana Ringo.

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Saccharine Underground is the label based in Washington D.C. and run by Jeremy Moore, who, incidentally is the driving force behind avant garde post-punk project, Zabus. Moore (voice, guitars, 6 string bass, strings/synthesis), released the EP Genesis in June, with fellow musicians B.B. Kille (guitars +tracks 3 and 4), Johnny Wielding (drums, 4 string bass +tracks 1-4), Alex Zorn (guitars +tracks 1 and 2) and Akane Shimizu (strings/synth +tracks 1 and 2).

In Icelandic, “Grafhysi Fyrir Alla” means ‘tombstone for everyone‘ and it is also the single off the EP, lush with unsteady echoing, which is unyielding in pouring Moore’s vocals tumbling from the turgid darkness, where lurks the dissonance of synths and guitar. It envelopes you in the forever that is the grave. “Orphalese” is a fictional city, found in the poetry book, The Prophet by Khalil Gibran. There is a dynamism in the music, yet intimately, is speaks of becoming complacent and giving in to whatever comes, instead of holding onto core beliefs. The drums are unrelenting, tapping out the fall into mediocrity, and all the while the the track exudes a taste of richness, especially in the vocals.

Behold the death nell brought forth in “Tearful Symmetries.” The psychedelic plays heavily in this track and this could be the equivalent to The Doors’ “The End,” as Moore is the morose and death inspired Jim Morrison, singing his ode to the inevitable demise of all. A cacophony of noise and sweeping gothic rock lays waste to you in “Golden-rot,” with roiling, powerful and deep vocals, The guitars are the wailing focal point, flooding your senses, overwhelming and full of portent that you are dying inside. The last track is also the title. “Shadow Genesis” is entirely the work of Moore, just him and a guitar, southern style gothic on the way out of town for the last time, unwilling to leave, but the reaper leaves no room for desire or wants.

“Psychopathologies like body dysmorphic disorder, at the extreme, can lead to a path of ruin, if most of your life is spent chasing a ghost—what you believe the world wants you to be. Death doesn’t discriminate. The end is always the same.” – Jeremy Moore

Yes, Shadow Genesis is about the ultimate end, but for myself, it is more pointedly about life. It is about how we could cowl and meet the end whimpering, or choose to make the most of everything and be the best person you can. Gibran wrote The Prophet, and although it speaks of humanities short comings, it more so brings into focus how beautiful life is when we treasure love, life and freedom. Zabus have given us a glimpse into the new album through the EP, which is thought provoking, full of gothic lyrics and eerily wonderful in that dark way.

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When the sun hits the shores of New Zealand on August 8th, there will be the release of Frau Knotz’ newest EP release, called Digital Plastic Surgery, but we are going to visit the Egypt with the track “Khepri.”

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The electronics suggest the sun drenched reeds and papyrus on the banks of the Nile, snaking its way past the Valley of the Kings, with that same sunlight reflecting off the golden cap of Cheops’ pyramid. There is a wonder in the unhurried synths, though below, it can be noted an urgency, wind swept and the mysteries of this ancient land waiting to be unearthed. Purely instrumental, “Khepri” is just a taste of Lauren Nottingham’s talent, crafting electronic music into worlds, that we the listener can lose ourselves in.

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I had never heard of the Pinkerton Thugs, but it must have left an indelible mark on Ian James, especially after hearing the Soft Kill remake their track “The Town Where I Was Born“. He has covered the 1997 release of the single, which is out on the Blue FX Recording Artist label.

There is a kind of cool that comes from this stripped back version. The drum machine is the lonely time keeper, apart from the electric guitar, while the bass dances around the relentless rhythm. James‘ vocals match the futile bleakness of the lyrics, which are about working class families that were born, lived and died, employed by the local factory, locked into a cycle of generational mediocrity. Ian James perfectly delivers the sentiment of trodden down resentment and the music is the rebellion in “The Town Where I Was Born.”

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Some things are not for the faint of heart, so if you are weak of stomach or spleen, turn away now. For those who have guts of iron and a taste for the harsher music, then I have a tasty treat for you. UK based Skat Injector is experimental electronics, wearing the decimated innards of metal proudly, as they seek to drag your ears through your arse. We are going back to their 2018 release of the album, Unknown Violator, out on Slime City Records.

There are sixteen tracks in total and “A Garden Only Watered In Blood” is the greeting that tells you to strap in and enjoy the journey into madness. Are we being taunted by the ghosts of the bled? The demonic vocals bubble over the echoing cold space. However, the meaty “Slaughter is the Best Medicine” is a overwhelming onslaught of sped up black metal styled beats and tortured electronics, fritzing out and pummelling your psyche into dust, while the vocals growl.

“Urbane Misanthrope” builds and builds with sounds before letting loose with the almost danceable rhythms, however this could be trap! You don’t fit in the expected square and the gunfire of the beats is the warfare of the city streets in your head. A head pounding ode to the dispossessed that perfectly feeds into the oh so short and sweet desecration that is “Hollow Mantra.”

There is a cover of “Goodbye Horses,” originally by Q Lazzarus, right at the end, and admittedly it seems quite a reasonable version….. until you hear the vocals. Distortedly slow sounding, stretched and unfathomable in its ability to be disturbing, yet still enjoyable in that serial killer sort of way.

The cover artwork confirms the title is a mash-up of Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures and Depeche Mode’s Violator, both iconic albums and carried through into the titles of the tracks for the most part. This is clever and in a way, I can see a certain similarity. Joy Division is one of the first post-punk bands, forging a sound that at the time was ground breaking and very much about being the outsider in a bleak world. Violator was the album that was not highly completed before Depeche Mode came together in the studio and it brought forth simpler tracks with lyrics which sound like they are full of provocation, and yet point to a guilt behind those words. Skat Injector have taken inspiration from both and created an album of modern day mental ills and truths that permeate our lives…. it is just in the form of noisecore to get your heart thundering.

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I think Jeremy Moore is a man who cannot sit still and is constantly looking for the next musical high. We last saw him in post-punk project Zabus, on Saccharine Underground, a label Moore runs himself in Washington DC. He has turned his hand to creating experimental, avant garde dark music, melding it with a myriad of genres, in the guise of Bell Barrow, culminating in the album “CoreCore Pulp.” Made up of twelve instrumental tracks, Moore plays all instruments as well as being the composer.

You are set about the road with the first track “An Eye On The Future,” with quasar pulsating like waves, repeating on loop, stretching into a pained infinity across time and space. Whirring and high-pitched extrusions pierce your ears until they become a conglomeration of psychedelic noise, married to a now existing drum.

Noise inspired jazz can be the only way to describe “Coffin Text” with both the free form of the music and drumming triplets. The main guitar is heavy and cumbersome in comparison, while there is another guitar, with possibly a plectrum being dragged down the strings in similar fashion as heard on Bauhaus‘ “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.”

The guitar is the main voice in “Peace Field Autopsy,” grinding and dark, hanging ominously in the air, daring you to deny its black metal pall. There is free-flowing feedback looped back in creating a cacophony, which is over far too soon, giving way to a more ambient tone.

There is something utterly compelling about the last track “From Hunter To Remains,” with an eeriness that is both unsettling in its discordant drone and impossible to ignore the sweeping void as the instruments join in the decay.

The artwork for the tracks is mind bending, because the more you try to make sense of the picture, the less it makes, and in a way this perfectly encapsulates CoreCore Pulp, which could be the name an avant garde noise album, but it becomes apparent there is so much going on below the surface. I have chosen four tracks to showcase how Bell Barrow is using different styles of music, not in a cohesive manner, but rather to create abrasion and discord, battering the listener into submission if they fight the jarring flow. The use of extreme experimentation with black metal, jazz, prog rock, etcetera, melds the instrumentals into sonic scapes for your imagination to run rampant. The base interpretation is about life and death, though for myself, it is about this flesh we call home. The fragility, what can be achieved with the spirit, and, perhaps, the futility of it all. Bleak and yet a beauty in that ultimate desecration called death.

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The single “Cannibal (Lost Souls),” was dropped back in October, and this dirty experimental electronic track, blended with hip hop deserves your ears. Toronto’s Wrené has joined forces with Caijo to point the bone at modern living and how it is leaving many unhinged.

Your senses are overloaded with compounded voices, buzzing electronics and rattling thuds, gathered in a twisting cacophony, which all drop away to the background in deference to Wrené. Her singing is complimented by the simplistic serpentine like music, that degrades into glitching noise, and then we hear gravelled tones of Caijo, but always is the barbaric and hungry electronics prowling.

For me, “Cannibal (The Lost Souls)” speaks of a lost generation, addicted to social media, which tells people how to look, or change their appearance in order to gain popularity, and consumerism is at an all time high, even though no average Joe can afford it all. The music is viscous and heavy, while the distortion and grittiness are almost making a parody of the sultry singing from Wrené, and Caijo is the voice of those lost souls who just can’t seem to get a break. The coarse versus velvet is utterly delicious, so devour “Cannibal (The Lost Souls)” by Wrené, featuring the rhythmic styling of Caijo.

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Boston based dark electro project Pneumagnosis has collaborated with Dissonance on the single “Let The Flowers Fall.” Cat Hall (Dissonance) has contributed vocals and lyrics while the music was composed by Scott Theleman (Pneumagnosis).

The electronics bleat and dance while Hall sings about finding the courage to walk away from a relationship, without trying to fix it or ponder what you did wrong. Her vocals waver and bound back in a cacophonist choir around the techno rhythms, which punctuate the wisdom of the words. This is a nice little collaborating trance inducing dance track between Dissonance and Pneumagnosis, in “Let the Flowers Fall.”

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Skirted Records is a Pōneke (Wellington) based, Aotearoa (New Zealand) label, and they have released the EP “Pass-On-Ings” by a project called DSLB, which is the experimental electronic spawn of Chrissie Butler, who is also one half of Mr Sterile Assembly.

So, we start on “1” with its gradual build-up of horn noise, with minute wavering within their held notes, so if one listens carefully, plus a growing drone in the background. Those held notes are intense and seemingly take on a life of their own. The warbling and rattling nature of “2” makes you think that this is a machine. What sort of machine? Who knows, but the rhythmic noises it makes are very pleasing, and sounds it makes are like the motor had lost its casing, as it is left to run.

In “3,” for the first minute, the sound is so low, you are not sure if anything is playing at all, but gradually you perceive the gentle beeping, as the music blooms, delicate and reverberating. Slowly emerging strains of melody are extruded, like a sea shanty in syrup, and maybe it was suddenly consumed by the waters, for all goes quiet. Track “4” is the loudest, though for me, it might also be the most poignant, as if there is a loneliness within the horn like sounds, calling out to the world without any reply, other than the random rhythms.

There is a fragility to the EP, with the music a mixture of instruments and electronic programming. The softest of sounds holds as much attention as the loudest, with each note and drone weaving a soundscape. DSLB is opening up new worlds with Pass-On-Ings.

Pass-On-Ings | DSLB | skirted Records (bandcamp.com)

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