Troniks/PACrec
The album consists ofthree long pieces and two shorter, these serving more as setupcompositions for the giants that follow them. "Permeating Tissue" is astrange beginning; a vacuous low-end loop cycles over a series ofatmospheric bubbles and gasps for roughly thirteen minutes- the resultisn't boredom, but a strange trance ensues that covers the rest of thealbum in a blackness only a subject like the plague could evoke. Infact, the rest of the album seems to issue a blackness that chokesevery sound Candey decided to use. "The Watchman, The Visited, and TheUnder-Sexton" might have been a medieval chant culled from an oldmonastery still sitting in the mountains of France, but instead issounds like possession, an incendiary demon ripping apart every holysymbol and fracturing the physical body until the soul begins to bleedfrom the bones. Five minutes may not register as much time for anoise-maker to establish such a vivid mood in a piece, but Candey pullsit off with grace. The sounds on the album all feel old, the static andhissing producing the effect of being in a library at times. This couldvery well have been a recording of the plague years, though thefrequent spacious elements used on the record give it a mystical air,as though a Masonic library would be far more appropriate. "FinallySilent" is the 25 minute closer and, true to its name, squelches theprevious four tracks in its size and stature. Screaming, scraping, andabsolutely dying to be released from the terror the album emanates,"Finally Silent" emasculates and devours everything, leaving a tinyquiet place in its wake that feels less like relief and more likedesperate loneliness, a tiny figure waiting to die.
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