��Been a fan of Gabriele Giuliani's harsh noise work under the name Dead Body Love going all the way back to that classic 1995 tape Low-Fi Power Carnage, which first demonstrated this long-running Italian projects propensity for crushing, monotonous distortion and feedback. Inn some ways, that album foreshadowed the interest in "wall noise" aesthetics that would emerge later the following decade, and remains one of the more powerful albums of extreme static-sculpture in my collection. A prolific noise artist who has also produced recordings from the dark ambient project Drift and the power electronics outfit Discordance, Giuliani has been steadily releasing his skillfully constructed slabs of brutal psychedelic noise with Dead Body Love for nearly two decades now, but I've had a hell of a time getting my hands on his releases aside from the Troniks reissue of Carnage; most of his stuff has come out in extremely tiny editions on obscure, short-lived labels that end up disappearing by the time I find out about them. I did manage to track down some of the last available copies of this limited-edition 2009 disc from Dead Body Love that came out on the Polish label Impulsy Stetoskopu, however, and it's primo sonic punishment; this pro-printed disc features one epic thirty-minute track titled "Candles" (which, from the looks of some of the images featured in the packaging, would appear that Giuliani has some more BDSM-related uses of the titular object in mind when he put this together), starting off as a somewhat controlled blast of abrasive feedback and high-gain speaker abuse. From there, though, Giuliani continues to pile on layer after layer of added feedback and noise over the course of the track, piles of chirping bleeping electronics and fluttering FX pedal fuckery, chaotic phase shifts and some seriously harsh walls of pure speaker-shredding distortion all stacked into subtly shifting patterns of sonic chaos. You can start to make out various fractured rhythms that briefly take shape within the brutal squalls of noise, but for the most part Candles is pure electronic carnage, a pandemonium of harsh metallic rattling, severe signal processing, high-end chittering, and extreme synth-like deformities that sound like a Moog vomiting up its guts all over the floor, all swept up in a suffocating avalanche of static. Great stuff. Each disc comes in a large manila envelope that has been professionally printed with full-color artwork, each one hand-numbered in an edition of one hundred twenty copies, enclosed with a set of four full-color photo prints that depict scenes of sexual torture, abstract photography and narcotics paraphernalia.