Cherry Point's Phil Blankenship is the master of grindhouse-themed HNW; combining visuals and themes from grotty exploitation and splatter movies, he injects his harsh noise with a dark, horrific energy. It's a great combo that's made him one of my favorite harsh noise artists. I've been carrying his releases on Troniks for awhile, but hadn't picked up his Recycled Music tape till now; compared to his Cd releases, this is rougher sounding, definitely a bit more low-fi, but the two sides of extra-strength junk noise chaos and harsh wall still pack a brutal punch.

The first side is a low-fi scrapyard metal orgy with lots of brutal looped samples of metal clank and roars all raging above a seething ocean of low-end murk and garbled feedback. Fucked-up musical loops and actual percussion begins to materialize as you get deeper into the stew, with bits of looped drumming and fragmented melodic elements peeking out from the avalanche of steel pipes and sheet metal and oil drums that Blankenship rains down from on high...harsh and abrasive for sure, but with a weird sense of order in the way that the slabs of noise are clearly separated into distinct "tracks", and flow from ear-crushing walls of metal abuse into slightly more subdued passages of percussive clatter and droning feedback.

The second side feels more structured, and is heavier on the use of looped sound. At first, it launches into full-on walls of distortion, but then starts to incorporated the grating sound of cassette reels amplified into a massive wall of squeak and squeal that loops over and over into a warped groove. All of a sudden, some random xylophone-like melody appears for a couple of minutes, then leads into some more looped sounds made up of high pitched bell like tones, fragmented melodies, and screeching drones. It gets a little creepy as a high pitched whine sears itself across your brain and these weird moans emerge from behind the grinding noise wall, then goes into even more nauseating sections of high end scrape and contact mic abuse, sudden eruptions of blown out and sped-up samples of Queen's "Stone Cold Crazy" and other random musical detritus, stretches of segmented screaming and other sonic weirdness that finally evolves into a massive wall of distortion at the end. More collage-like than most of the Cherry Point stuff that I have, but still crushing.