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Campbell Kneale has made many unusual changes in his artistic life over the last few years. Most notably, he ended both the influential and beloved (in certain circles) Birchville Cat Motel (largely due to frustration with fan expectations), and his record label, Celebrate Psi Phenomenon (allegedly torching all unsold stock in a bonfire). Additionally, he formed a doom metal band called Black Boned Angel, started the Our Love Will Destroy The World project, and developed some serious animosity towards digital media ("Nobody's going to love a puny uploaded file...they might like it, or maybe find it interesting, or be able to list it on their 'what I’m listening to now' blog. But they wont be able to LOVE it. These people are cursed."). In keeping with this newfound media idealism, Stillborn Plague Angels is only available on vinyl.
The title track kicks the album off on an appropriately ugly and unsettling note, as a distorted throb lays the foundation for a menacing, metallic shimmer. Gradually, layers and layers of dissonant and unsettling synths and guitar noises are built up until the song culminates in a bizarrely effective atonal lead guitar part that would make Jandek smile. Amusingly, this teeth-rattling discordance is among the more melodic and conventionally musical moments on the album, as there are at least actual, clearly defined, notes being played.
The following two tracks can best be described as grotesque and corrupt hellscapes. They are both painful, uncompromising, and very difficult to listen to. I find that "Pink Hollow Paradise" is more of squirming, chattering, strangled miasma of shrill queasiness while "Chinese Emperors" leans more towards being a wavering, slow motion, anguished howl. I don't know if I will ever listen to these tracks again, but they are both resoundingly successful in creating a palpable sense of abject horror.
After some disquieting shimmering drone, "Chinese Emperors" erupts into the mournful guitar squall of "Over Prehistoric Texas" (although it might just be one long track entitled "Chinese Emperors and The Army of Eternity Over Prehistoric Texas" - the Dekorder website seems to think they are separate and I feel ill-equipped to win an argument with them over it, so i will assume that two separate tracks segue). While "Texas" is undeniably more melodic than the previous three tracks, it seems a bit anticlimactic and uninspired after the previous visceral abominations.
Naturally, music this unrepentantly harsh will appeal to very few people, but Stillborn Plague Angels is a complete success artistically. Terms like "good," "bad," and "listenable" seem irrelevant in the face of such elephantine and single-minded ugliness. Dekorder quite aptly describes this album as "endless roaring catastrophe" and I have absolutely no qualifications to add to that. If such a thing sounds at all appealing, Campbell Kneale is someone to watch closely (albeit without hassling him about unmet expectations).
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