The firstdischarge on the newly minted No Fun label kicks off with a typicallynegative-titled Wolf Eyes solo affair from that dude with the longhair.No Fun Records
I’m not as familiar with Nate Young’s extra curricular activities as Iam those of John Olson and Aaron Dilloway (and I suppose Mike Connellytoo) butfrom this effort it seems like its Young that brings the lion’s shareof subtlety to the Wolf Eyes mix. Most of the material on this limitedvinyl affair isin my preferred Wolf Eyes ‘style’, that of unfolding bleakness like rotsetting into teeth as opposed to the sound of them being kicked intonothingmore than brittle lumps in a fleshy soup.
As with much of this band’s related material there’s a nasty bootlegedge involved in the confusion of analogue that the music is made from.The singleuntitled piece on side A layers itself in seething staggering stepswith wretched low steady breaths (whatever is doing it by the end ofthe track…don’t know but it was certainly human to start with) hunched over abank of ruined contraptions. In the midst of imperceptive clangsthere’s a coldpiece of conventional repeated melody (a laser-like monochromesqueaking riff) that’s dragged into the embers and underscored by aflickering burning PC.Like a twelve-car pile up slowly unbending itself there are sinewytears and flashes of stiff steel and, as odd as it sounds, the songshimmers even with thetornado chaos.
Side B takes a different approach with its three tracks, using a longcentral piece bookended by two noise bursts that buzz and carve throughthe higher auralregisters starting at your pain threshold and working around that area.The middle section stirs as it powers up in the course of bursts ofpower with tiny preciseglitchy details…so much for the generic wall of noise tag. The nails ontin bleeps make this sound more like a portion of some rising ambienttrack by someforgotten IDM act. The manipulated found sounds duelling with bleepsand swirls, and it’s all kept surprisingly restrained till the busyNASA gone haywirefades out. As the rest of the collective soundtrack the crashing ofmetal on metal, Young is revealing himself as the next Merzbow Mozart.
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