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A MURDER OF ANGELS  Before Your Eyes  CD   (Annihilvs)   9.99


Darkest stuff yet from the NYC-based duo of Bryin Dall (of Thee Majesty and 4th Sign Of The Apocalypse) and Derek Rush (Compactor), who have worked together previously in a number of projects ranging from the experimental, surrealist goth of Loretta's Doll to the multi-faceted industrial music of Dream Into Dust and the occult soundscapery of Of Unknown Origin?. Describing their sound "damnbient", the duo craft a series of dank, phantasmal driftscapes on Before Your Eyes that are primed for listening to in the dark. Housed in a gatefold sleeve and printed inner sleeve that feature ghostly blue-tinged images of Victorian-era specters and ectoplasmic emissions, this album is spooky stuff, the ten songs drifting languidly through a midnight fog of distant wavering dissonance and murky drones that curl around cadaverous moans, swells of metallic shimmer and far-off clanking, weird echoing effects and washes of creepy minor key drift, slow washes of cello-like drone creeping low in the mix beneath the sound of strange chittering voices and the rapid flutter of insect-like wings, all of this stuff melting together into a hallucinatory din that stretches across the entire disc.

It starts off with the ghoulish industrial ambience of "Wading Through Floating Children", as the duo make their way through increasingly creepy underworld of murmurous sound: garbled inhuman voices sputter across fragments of evil orchestral murk like coded messages from an alien tongue; heavenly choir voices ascend over the shifting black waves of over-modulated electronics, like the sound of a High Mass being slowly sucked into a gaping, ravenous inter-dimensional black hole; howling discordant noise and clattering Aube-esque noise becomes caught in vague looping patterns beneath vast black dungeon exhalations and surges of incorporeal EVP; monstrous growls drift up out of that blackness, joined by the sounds of wailing theremin-like tones and brief glimpses of glitchy, Bernard Herrmann-esque strings, as a female voice is heard speaking backwards, out of phase, like a fragmented transmission from beyond the grave. This creepy Coil-influenced post-industrial nightmare comes into sharper focus on tracks like "They Only Eat Themselves" and "Folding The Fabric Of Time", as whirring, meditative mechanical rhythms begin to emerge from beneath a roiling ectoplasmic mass of guttural, demonic mutterings, sinister soundtracky ambience and chthonic death-pulses. One of the creepier albums to come out on Leech's (Theologian) Annihilvs imprint, this inhabits a similar nightmare zone as some of Atrium Carceri's more dreamlike moments, the black ambient of Kerovnian, and Accurst's formless horrorscape Fragments Of A Nightmare; if any of those names perk your ears up, this is one to check out.


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