Didya dig that Halflings Lp that I reviewed a couple of weeks back? If you did, then you'll want to pay attention to another NYC band that just released a new LP on RRRecords, and which also includes members of Halflings in it's lineup. Two Halflings, as a matter of fact, and they whip up a vicious storm of brutal noise on this record that is one of the heaviest, most cranial-destroying albums the label has given us this year. The last time that I had heard Cathode Terror Secretion was on that compilation LP The Best that Ron put out on RRR last year - I remember their track being pretty fucking scathing on that comp, but I was still taken aback by how violent this album is. Spectre Of History�s Design is a vinyl reissue of an out of print cdr release on Accretion Disk, and features thirteen brief shocks of putrid blastnoise that combines brutal power electronics, elements of digital grind and bizarre ambient hellscapes into a truly harrowing listening experience. This album kills.

These guys take a lot of their influence from classic power electronics, but it's so much more than just another PE project...the music is fierce and fast-paced, with fractured industrial noise and lumbering machine-scrape becoming entangled and immersed in blasts of nuclear feedback and wreathed with sickening, almost grindcore-like vocals that are run through all kinds of weird effects and turned into bizarre, demonic wails and gurgling screams, and then the pounding abstract noise will explode into warped blasts of hyperfast programmed beats, like an Agoraphobic Nosebleed track sped up into an almost indistinguishable blur, or collapse into a bleak dronescape littered with glitch-y malfunctioning electronic detritus and dark dismal ambience. Each one of these tracks is a separate piece, but everything is so spastic and chaotic that it's impossible to make out any sort of structure; instead, Cathode Terror Secretion just carve out chunks of brutal chaos and gnashing mechanistic horror, the whole sound twisted and deformed, with weird passages of Gregorian chant-like groans rising up out of the wreckage, huge slabs of pitch-black Lull like ambience, squirming masses of buzzing feedback drones, blasted and inverted scraps of digital hardcore.

What the hell. This sounds like old noisecore being assimilated into a heaving monstrous mass of power electronics, but far heavier and blacker and more fucked up than yer usual PE assault. A completely INSANE blast of crushing maniacal industrial noisegrind chaos. Comes in a gorgeous pro-printed jacket with a full color insert (with full lyrics), and limited to five hundred copies.