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Showing posts with label vomir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vomir. Show all posts

Monday, 16 March 2015

Urine Cop / Vomir - Split Tape


When I heard of Urine Cop being a collaboration between Adam Jennings of Winters In Osaka and Putrefaction In Progress-era LDOH vocalist Erwin De Groot, I got very, very excited. I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't a little disappointed with what is on show here. Bass, noise and LDOH vocals sounds fucking class in my book, but you literally can't hear a thing here. You've basically got 8 minutes of distorted blastbeats, with the odd De Groot roar farting through the mix. Any noise or bass or whatever the other contribution is, is virtually inaudible. I guess I set myself up for the fall, but hey, I calls 'em how I sees 'em (or hears 'em, in this case)!

Vomir is all about what Vomir is about. Dim fuckio aroundio, as us Welsh folk say. Straight up, to the point, psychosis-inducing harsh noise wall for the whole family to enjoy. Child playing fuck? Smash on this tape. Eldery family member tired of living a pointless life, forgotten about by your children and grandchildren? Smash on this tape. 

Slightly off-topic but I would love it if Stalaggh (or Gulaggh nowadays) did some sort of collaboration with Vomir. Although, that would probably cave my head in permanently.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Vomir - Renonce


Vomir is currently my new favourite go-to name when I fancy a harsh noise massage for my brain and my ever-growing tinnitus. I guess focussing entirely on some endless static attack helps ease the ringing for some reason or other. Anyway, I digress. Vomir is (as far as my knowledge of this scenes goes) the absolute master of the harsh noise wall (often abbreviated to HNW). If you're wondering what HNW is, well, imagine that if harsh noise could get any bleaker, more hopeless, more utterly, utterly soul destroying and crushing? Nope? Can't imagine that? Press play below and find out.

No variation, no fannying about, just straight up fucking horrendous tones of distortion pummelling your face for 50 minutes flat. Making it through the whole thing is a tremendous test of patience, and at high volumes often made me feel moments of claustrophobia, anxiousness and even panic. But it made me feel. I'd love to see bastard cunting Ed fucking Sheeran do that, the cunt. 

Vomir proves entirely to me, that sometimes less really is more. Not for those of a weak disposition. Out on Crucial Blast.