��More killer industrial filth from Nil By Mouth; the sort of primitive din that Barrikad belts out on this tape is the sort of classic, old-school industrial that I really haven't been hearing much of lately, but which always sounds great blasting out of the C-Blast sound system at top volume. Sweden's Barrikad has produced some excellent examples of this sort of pulsating, entropic din since its formation, though, and the band's latest release Through The Voice One Becomes Animal is a primo example of exactly this sort of grungy noise.

�� This extremely limited cassette release features two long tracks, each consuming an entire side; both are lengthy blurts of corroded electronics and squealing oscillators sending out dim black deathwave pulses from the void, eerie film samples and field recordings layered over clanking junk-noise abuse, and delirious sampled voices that relay visions of evil and inhumanity from the turbulent early years of the twentieth century and beyond. The first side, "Freedom Is Only Possible In The Struggle For Liberation", starts off with hypnotic electronic tones pulsating beneath the phlegmatic roar of crumbling, collapsing machinery, but then slowly begins to evolve into something much creepier as deep throbbing bass and percussive loops emerge amid layered voices and rattling metal noises, transforming into something that resembles a series of radio transmission being beamed directly out of the cancerous blackened organ at the heart of Western society's fractured collective psyche. The other side is no trip to the beach, either. "Utanf�r Det Samh�lle Jag Tvingas Vara En Del Av" opens up with a minimal synthesizer pulse and more of those abrasive clanking metal noises, and actually sort of resembles a brain-damaged version of a John Carpenter score stumbling randomly around field recordings of slavering mutants rummaging through the city dump. This one is even creepier, though part of that might be due to the Swedish speakers that begin to emerge from behind the curtain of random clank, the male voice limned with an edge of menace. Then it all suddenly shifts into a crushing din of heavy mechanical rhythms and screaming voices, a massive pneumatic groove suddenly taking over, the steady slow motion clank of war machinery stomping across the bodies of the dead, while sinister droning electronics sweep overhead like swarms of sky borne death machines. Intense.

�� Like everything else I've picked up from Barrikad, both tracks deliver some satisfying blasts of creaking, crumbling death-trance. Comes with a large twenty four page booklet that features a plethora of notable quotes, various demonic and monstrous woodcut images, liner notes written in both Swedish and English that detail Barrikad's roots in hardcore punk and anarcho culture, and extensive excerpts from the fiery 2007 French anarchist manifesto L�insurrection Qui Vient (The Coming Insurrection), all packaged in a sealed black bubble mailer with printed labels affixed to the outside of the envelope.