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GEISHA  Hymns For The Living Dead  CD   (Blood Red Sounds)   9.98
Hymns For The Living Dead IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE FOR ORDER

We got a handful of this CD from our pal Kunal at Super Fi Records in the UK. Based on his description, we were expecting

"noise rock"...you know, Am Rep, grizzled basslines, guns, Midwestern attitude, angular riffage beating you in the face...our kind of rock. We are always

down for "noise rock". Well, this CD has to rank as THE NOISIEST "noise rock" record of all time. Indeed, the opening song "Year Of The One Armed Drummer"

starts off with an awesome, gnarly, and catchy as fuck angular riff, total Am Rep...but when everything kicks in full force about a minute into the song, the

distortion is pushed through the ROOF...the vocals are distorted into a noisy, powerfully emotive smear, the bass is fuzzed out to oblivian, the guitar is a

razor sharp killing machine, even the DRUMS sound distorted - yet beneath the constant wall of noise, there are some honest-to-god pop hooks, buried under a

thick veil of corrosive distortion. that just pulverize, super melodic riffs that are barely recognizeable, but unmistakeable. As this 4 song CD

continues, it reaches the point where you think you're hearing melodies and other stuff that's not even there. The culmination of this is the 3rd

track, "How Far Is Nowhere (Version)", which becomes a beautiful, anthemic, life-affirming blast of brutal high-frequency white noise with a rock beat

crashing against the waves. Fucking awesome. This is in MY BLOODY VALENTINE Loveless territory in terms of subverting the rock idiom. Where MY

BLOODY VALENTINE at their most blown-apart took psychedelia and jangly 60's pop forms and mutated them into a wall of overdriven sugary noise, GEISHA does

the same with post-hardcore/post-rock/Am Rep thuggery/math rock,etc. Imagine My Bloody Valentine on Dope,Guns, And Fucking In The Streets..., or

Merzbow fronting a mid-90's emo hardcore band on steroids. Minimally packaged in a hand-assembled glossy DIY sleeve thats stuffed inside a small zip-loc bag.

A bitchin' blast of anthemic white-out / overload rock.