
Year : 2012
Genre : Sludge Metal
Label : Neurot Records
Origin : United States
Rating : 6.0 / 10
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Music and the other types of entertainment are constituting the all-tolerant media evil should be expressed on when the insatiable urge to express evil IS present, because no one has to get harmed in THIS process. I don't condone the harming of any living things - highly evil mind parasites that are fulfilling their functions in a mind idiotic enough to invent, invite AND serve them : included - but I condone anything in art, saved for the evidently tasteless. Severed toddler heads hanging from erect Baphomet dick is a starting point for tasteless. Unfortufuckinglutely, as a miserable music critic, I already have had the lifting experience of being soulcrushed by quite a few top tier sludge formations in recent days in order to harness high quality amusement, and THIS particular record from renowned sludge ensemble Neurosis simply isn't evil and isn't uncompromisingly disillusioned enough to weigh in as a timeless recommendation, NOT on this particular music review site Noise Shaft. Though I'm not competent enough to offer an opinion on the overall contents of the lyrics, through the music itself, a relentlessly self-fixated demeanor - not hard of a mistake to commit as a human - seems to be observable throughout the effort, which so adores the results of examining itself that it reaches the point on which it emerges content with any expression of its inner findings, and these deliberate anti-charms do not really seem to be sufficiently intricate constructs of classic existentialist fear and the general absence of love-evident to be worth showing for almost an entire hour. Because the 60 minutes disc has about 10 minutes of badass music, too.
Existing as a human is only frightening when you fail to accept the limitations that are inherent to the human condition, - tits will turn you on, for example - and, the very instant you submit to the worship of your fear of your own incapacities, you will suck legendarily as a(n) (f)artist. Granted, a sludge metal band worth listening to really should be fronted by Cthulhu, nevertheless, the style has great potential to express the helplessness of existence, but, more importantly, to offer reflections on the possible shapes of doubts and fears surrounding this particular - human - form of it. The massive caveat I have with this Neurosis - a good thing that the sentence continues - LP is that it not only is relentlessly fixated on shapes and thoughts of fear that have been addressed a million times before through the capacities of music, but,
shitassfuck, it seeks to offer clumsy images of hope - cheapest human commodity - at places I don't want to see the REMNANTS of disgusting hope at - AT all. Don't assuage me on a sludge metal disc, please. Crush my soul or get away from me.
Only an idiot - or Chuck Norris - would want to be the protagonist of a nightmare, but it is expectable from a successful sludge metal release to declare 111% indifference towards the human condition, and what I hear on this release is simply music made by people armed with a terrible mood, and, the somewhat seemingly trite variant of that, too. You can have that without having to sit around listening for an hour while having the bad mood of others poured on you. Bad mood simply isn't enough. Never ask the neurotic how he is doing, because he will tell it. Read more if you feel like it.
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