This mysterious UK noise collective bring out the torture chamber intern side of Thurston Moore and get Jim O’Rourke as pumped as your average everyday metal teen. The omission of Chris Corsano's name, however, seems like an oversight as he deserves credit for the five and a half minute hardcore percussive finale.
I had expected an overwhelming three-way collaboration but The New Blockaders play with Moore and O’Rourke separately on the two pieces here. A bobbing siren drone providing a steady bed for the experiments above underpins the title track, but this is the only stable part as Moore and The Blockaders kick up intense rustles with no apologies and no lulls. In the full on twister there’s a high frequency cheese wire whine standing out that feels near to taking slivers of brain tissue. These streams wind up and over the drone like ivy barbed wire. The guitar damage feels like borehole assaults, with Moore trepanning every slow string groove sound from his guitar.
As entreating as that is it can’t hold a candle to O’Rourke’s collaboration on "840 Seconds Over," thanks in a large part to the playing of drummer Chris Corsano. He really should’ve been credited equally with the New Blockaders and O’Rourke on this one. After an intro of tense cymbal scraping and manipulated static hiss, Corsano gets into a five and a half minute hardcore finale. The track spins furiously, totally propelled by the percussion. He and O’Rourke seem to be totally of the same mind, hitting peaks and run-ups exactly on time. Corpses of guitars are dragged behind pick-up trucks, hitting bumps that throw up embers of igniting energetic free playing. With spending much of his time producing a lot projects which seek to sound lazy and laid back, its good to hear him hit full throttle.
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