Cold northern nights ring through the open air in the form of ferocious roars and distorted whines on this 7" from the heart of Russia. Insanely packaged in the warmth of a two-inch thick, hand-sewn, wool cover and numbered by the duo, the music on VS is sickeningly intense and nauseatingly careful. A full onslaught of boisterous misery might have a frightful effect on some, but Cisfinitum opt to stir fear by mixing near-familiar elements into something completely unfamiliar.Drone Records
I can't be certain, but it sounds like wounded dogs are crying over the horizon and a strange machine is buzzing, maybe grinding something or someone inside those shattered buildings and empty wharehouses. There's a low moan of uneasiness perpetuated by the sounds of "Curve" and they don't go away. Even though the intensity dies down towards the end of the track, it keeps its malady alive in by introducing the terror of silence and the unknown. Pipes drip inside, the trees rustle outside, and in the vicinity is a wheezing entity, moving slowly through the shadows and towards the open window. As though the psychological tension couldn't be any greater, Cisfinitum starts side two with an echo of strange voices caught up in the walls of rot; walls that look like skeletons when viewed from afar. "Curse" begins gently enough but then erupts violently with a cascade of war drums, desperate radio broadcasts, and the most diabolical of laughs. However Cisfinitum records, they obviously have the power to capture to the essence of locations. The mood and dire feel of this whole record imply a kind of horror that can only be summoned via great care and with some amount of Lovecraftian knowledge. Ultimately it is that Lovecraftian sense of the enormous and uncontrollable that Cisfinitum manage to commit to record. The sounds and spaces that they evoke seem infinite and, in that respect, they recall the blank and abysmal fear of what can't be known or understood.
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