Sadistic Fall - Circle Of Shit [Bad Rip Series/Ink Runs Recordings - 2014]Circle Of Shit is the second release from this atmospheric filthy ‘n’ crackling walled noise project of Frenchmen Julien Skrobek (The Killer Came From The Bronx ,Ghost, The Sandman Wears A Mask, Ruine, Butch Bag, Gasp). This CDR features three twenty minute slices of gritty sub-bass focused wall- making, which is inspired by the worked of perverse French writer Marquis De Sade, French surrealist poet & writer Annie Le Brun, and Italian director/ philosopher Pier Paolo Pasolini First up we have the track “Subversion”, which is built around a very taut ‘n’ tense purring sub-bass tone that's edged with a thick ‘n’ crackling static tonality. The whole track has a very stark & simple make-up, yet Skrobek mangers to create a great feeling of knife edge tension through-out the track. Both tones here remain just about completely fixed & unmoving in their make-up, yet one gets this most effective feeling of the tension tightening & tightening. Track two comes in the form of “Sudden Abyss”, and this track is all about locked down & repetitive crusty bound tumbling ‘n’ juddering noise patterns. Skrobek ultilzers a thick ‘n’ rumbling crust of low-end tones, which are set towards the slow to mid pace speed. The track feels like you're being endlessly engulfed by a slow motion landslide. This track feels more like weighty slumber (maybe bringing to mind a mass of giants sleeping), compared with the taut ‘n’ tense feel of the first track. Lastly we have “Night Of The Sadist”, and this track I guess falls somewhere between the taut ‘n’ tense brooding vibe of the first track, & crumbing ‘n’ crusty weight of the second track. The ‘wall’ is built around a very condense yet gut rupturing bass tone, which is edged by a crusty ‘n’ crisp static judder.The tracks elements are locked together into a unmoving ‘n’ head crushing wall of sound. So in summing up Night Of The Sadist gives the listener three worthy slices of atmospheric walled noise, which are focused towards the gritty sub-bass side of walled noise. None of the tracks here are particular complex or fancy, but each mangers to create it’s own entrancing yet moody atmosphere. Roger Batty
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