Gomeisa - Temporal Death [Self released - 2010]‘Temporal Death’ is all about accelerating dread that turns very nasty indeed as the album swings from it’s dark ambient beginnings up to seared, shifting, sadistically juddered Harsh Noise & Harsh Noise Wall matter. This is the second release I’ve heard from this Canadian project & once again it shows a real talent for making often brutal & seared noise matter very atmospherically rich & macabre in it’s feel. The cover art work of a swirling & out of focus staircase disappearing down into blackness is vey apt for the sonic lay-out of the album-with it's descent from dread into seared blacked atmospheric noise. The album opens with ‘Vacant Streets and the Snow Shot Through w/ Blood’ which is all about slow dread soaked dark swirls of ambient tone that’s fall like slow monition grey ash snow around you. Then we’re into ‘Seconds Migrate Like Cattle to the Butcher’ which starts amping up the tension & noise with slow moving subtle feedback pluses & dark slightly caustic drones that bob & knock around you. As the track goes the feedback pulses & drones become more seared & violent in there edges & movements. By track three ‘Temporal Death, Phase I’ we’ve moved fully into jittering dark Harsh noise with some very wall like tendencies; the rest of the album is taken up by two more tracks ‘Temporal Death, Phase II & Phase III’ . ‘Phase II’ is filled with nasty slow moving clouds of static judder with higher pitched electro pin torture moving in & out of them & ‘Phase III’ starts out with nasty almost electronic noise slow mo road drill drones & atmospheric feed sears before open up into suffocating & grinding thick wall noise chugs of static. Another very rewarding slice of sonic displeasure & building sonic violence from Gomeisa which shows him adding dark ambience to his already heady & distinctive mixture of Harsh Noise & Harsh Wall matter. It just a pity this is only ltd to twenty copies as more people deserver to hear this. Head over to here to see if you can pick up a copy before there all gone. Roger Batty
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