��� More Diazepam-induced derangement; I've been getting more and more hooked on the grimy, low-fi industrial music and deformed power electronics experiments that this Italian label has been producing. Diaz�pam Et Autres Benzodiaz�pines is the latest tape of brain-damaged murk from Ecoute La Merde, the solo project from Italian mic-chewing noise maniac Vivian Grezzini, who by day works as a psychiatric nurse. His engagement with patients suffering from a variety of acute mental illnesses provides much of the inspiration for the disturbing soundscapes that he produces with this project, employing a murky low-fi aesthetic that makes this stuff sound like some ancient TDK cassette recorded back in the early 1980s, a blur of crude discordant electronics that gradually grows creepier and more disturbing as the tape unfolds.

��� The first side features "T�traz�pam 50mg Comprim�", starting off with what at first sounds like a tangle of murky meandering synthesizers, but then starts to resemble some garbled, atonal alien language being transmitted through a child's Casio keyboard. After awhile, that chirping chittering circuit-bent sound gets swept into a swirling cyclone of moldy electronic murk, erupting into a strangely brittle noise assault that builds in intensity and abrasiveness, while deep buzzing drones purr like live powerlines deep in the mix, alongside layers of harsh churning distortion and mysterious field recordings, ghostly howls and blasts of crazed keyboard discordance breaking through the cloudy, rotting miasma, leading to the final ascent into kosmische delirium that closes out the side.

��� The second half is "Alprazolam 50mg Per Os", emerging out of a delirious mess of sampled voices, random noises and recordings of popular Italian music, then moving into weird, reedy bugle-like melodies and far-off screams of anguish and frustration (ambient sounds of an asylum, perhaps?), while damaged electronics stutter and unspool beneath the creepy atmosphere that slowly oozes across the side. This muffled, consistent din of sounds suggests the interior cacophony that rages within the skulls of extreme mentally disturbed, like an insane free-jazz keyboardist having a meltdown while mountains of scrap metal collapse in the distance and various pieces of large machinery comes under demonic thrall, or field recordings of reality folding in on itself; at it's most disturbing, this can evoke some of the psychic disturbances as the darkest moments of Nurse With Wound, Big City Orchestra, and Violent Onsen Geisha.