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FRIENDS WITH CORPSES  Don't Turn On The Lights  CASSETTE   (Phage Tapes)   6.99
Don't Turn On The Lights IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE FOR ORDER

This is one of those tapes that I would probably have picked up just for the cover art alone, a neon abomination that has a massively bruised, swollen face awash in toxic greens and yellows, the lips pulled back into a rictus grin, a psychedelic depiction of a body apparently just fished out of the river that its been putrefying in for the last four weeks. This duo features Justin Lakes from Pusdrainer and delivers a similar brand of extreme electronic filth and rot, but with a vague trace of the kind of throbbing bass-heavy death industrial sounds that were pioneered by Genocide Organ and Anenzephalia lurking beneath the waves of howling synth-squelch, outbursts of savage screaming vocals and dentist-drill pedal abuse. The tape features two tracks on the a-side, "Throbbing Pisshole" and "Disturbing Realizations", both densely layered, pulsating noisescapes filled with extreme synth abuse and harsh power electronics, with some faint musical elements obscured by the swiring, smoldering din. This side alone is one of the most overdriven, blown-out power electronics recordings I've heard lately, a chaotic mess of crashing metal and squirming synth noise, avalanches of crushing junk and sputtering lava-flows of black static, slipping into sinister rhythmic loops and monstrous vocal utterances at the end of the side.

The b-side track "Cunt Lice" is the real killer, though. The duo goes for something slightly more restrained on this, piling grinding noise loops and throbbing synth-vomit on fields of crackling static and what sounds to me like chunks of crushing metallic guitar buried deep under all of the electronic detritus. There's a seriously ominous feel to this track, an almost apocalyptic darkness that seeps in through the waves of deafening delay abuse and weird strains of distorted orchestral horror soundtrack music, crushing synth-throb and heavy percussive blasts emanating from the depths, the whole thing sounding intensely hallucinogenic and horrific up to the final moments when the band descends into some hellish high-frequency harsh noise.

Nightmarish, crushing industrial chaos, issued in a limited edition of one hundred copies on pro-manufactured tape.


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