Been achin' for this one for awhile. Scorn Of Totality is the most recent offering from the formidable British power electronics/industrial noise outfit Content Nullity, and having been released on the Audial Decimation label, you should know to expect the most merciless and misanthropic form of extreme electronics. The look of this thing alone had me lusting to hear it, the pro-manufactured tape pressed on a dark red shell, black print on red, the tape and printed insert all housed in one of those larger, audiobook-style plastic cases that Audial Decimation has used for a bunch of their limited edition tapes, with eye-catching artwork from Black Uroborus Illustrations. There's only two tracks on Scorn Of Totality, but they both kill; the a-side "Witness My Decay" is an expertly crafted slab of murderous power electronics forged from droning synths pulled taut into menacing waveforms, bits of stray distortion buffeting the sleek black drones, and those vicious processed vocals spewing some of the most negatory lyrics I've seen on a PE release in recent memory. When those tyrannical vocals eventually drop out, they are replaced by a keening fog-horn tone that pulses in the blackness like a warning siren from the edge of the void, later joined by bursts of crashing metallic clank, and the last few minutes fucking seethe when the booming war-drums come in. The other side has the track "Only Hate", which builds increasing levels of dread as it forms out of more of those dark drones and ominous synth melodies, growing more complex as cracked mechanical rhythms appear and a voice appears through the din, reciting a murderous prayer in subdued tones. Again, those booming, thunderous drums show up, kicking in right when the vocals suddenly turn monstrous and the whole thing transforms into a kind of mass murder mantra. Pure misanthropic hatred - the tone and feel of this piece is downright vicious. A superior PE release from this increasingly impressive project, highly recommended to fans of Navicon Torture Technologies, Control, Steel Hook Prostheses and likeminded outfits from the heavier, more evil fringes of the power electronics underground. Limited to two hundred copies.