THE SPLIT BETWEEN MYSELF AND SKIN GRAFT IS A LIFETIME IN THE MAKING. IT WAS ONE OF OUR FIRST PLANS WE MADE TOGETHER, ASIDE FROM MY INVITATION TO HIM TO JOIN IN OUR PERFORMANCE AT ORION'S SPOT THAT FATEFUL EVENING MARCH 9, 2020. THAT SAID, THE COMPLETION OF THIS PROJECT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME AND I KNOW IT IS EVER AS MEANINGFUL TO WYATT, AS WELL.
THESE MASTERS ARE THE COHESION REPRESENTATIVE THROUGH THE CHAOTIC STRUGGLE SO PRESENT IN OUR DESIRE TO BECOME ONE. EACH OF US REMAIN STRONG, INDEPENDENT CREATORS AND THE TRUTH OF THIS STATEMENT IS EVIDENT UPON THESE RECORDINGS.
WYATT AND I SHARED DIFFERENT PATHS CUT FROM SIMILAR STONE. WE BOTH DETERMINED THAT WE WOULD LAY DOWN OUR ARMOR IN WINTER 2019 BUT THEN THAT TRIP TO CLEVELAND HAPPENED. NO LONGER DID WE DESIRE TO PULL THE PLUG ON OUR LEGACIES [TO FLUSH THE METAPHORICAL NOISE TOILET TO BE MORE PRECISE].
IN LOOKING BACK AT EACH NOISE MEMORY, I FIND IT DIFFICULT TO ARTICULATE THE FEELING OF BEING WITHOUT HIM AS HE AND I EXISTED BOTH AS LATE NIGHT HARSH NOISE GATEKEEPERS. CLEAR THE ROOM. FLIP THE TABLE. SHOVE A CANDLE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS... I CAN'T BELIEVE WE NEVER KNEW WE BOTH EXISTED. IT STILL HAUNTS ME THAT WE BOTH PLAYED THAT WEEKEND AT RED LIGHT AND HAVE SLEPT IN THE SAME LIL RECORDING CLOSET IN THE BASEMENT THERE.
ANYWAY... THIS SPLIT REPRESENTS MUCH OF THE VIBE OF OUR FIRST WINTER TOGETHER IN CLEVELAND.
UPON LISTENING FOR REVIEW, HERE ARE SOME NOTES:
BLACK BOX //
SIDE A // YOHIMBE
GODLESS SOUND
CONSUMED INTO HER WARM BELLY
TORTURED, HYPNOTIC DEATH
INSIDES SHREDDED AND ENTANGLED WITH THE STOIC SOUNDS OF NOISE GRISTLE
THE SUGGESTED PANIC OF, "WHAT TO DO WITH THE BODY?"
TURBULENCE.
A FAMILIAR VOICE. A WITCH'S BACKWARD CURSE.
THE MOMENT OF FINALIZATION.
DEATH IS IMMENENT.
SIDE B // SKIN GRAFT
FIRES BLAZING
PIPES EXPLODING
NO SIGN OF LIFE
HE SPEAKS NOT WITH WORDS. HIS PROVERBS ARE BOTH HARSH AND PROPHETIC IN MEANING-
LESS ABSTRACT--
MORE DEFINED IN HIS SOUND THAN EVER BEFORE.
THE PLANE IS NOT ONLY DISINTEGRATED, IT IS PLUMMETED, DERANGED, SMOTHERED, CRUSHED, FRAGMENTED, AND THEN SOLIDLY SMASHED BACK TOGETHER BY IT'S CREATOR.
SKIN GRAFT SIGNATURE PANNING AND SONIC EDGE SHARPER THAN ANY IN HIS CLASS.
MY PERSONAL FAVORITE OF HIS TO DATE- PERHAPS BECAUSE OF HOW WELL IT TRULY PAIRS WITH SIDE A OF BLACK BOX.
HERE YOU HAVE IT, 43 COPIES OF OUR FIRST SPLIT TOGETHER.
YOHIMBE AND SKIN GRAFT.
FUCK SOCIETY IN THE NAME OF HARSH NOISE.
LOVE YOU ALL AND SORRY ABOUT SPELLING ERRORS IF THAT SHIT OFFENDS YOU. MY EYES FEEL LIKE THEY ARE LITERALLY BEING PULLED OUT OF MY SKULL.
CHEW ON THAT AND GO GRAB YR DEBIT CARD.
I'LL WAIT XOXO
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth
Experimental electronic soundscapes steeped in dystopian themes; environmental and societal anxieties vented through industrial and techno. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 15, 2024