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FFH – Make Them Understand (Hospital Productions)

Even devotees can be forgiven for not hearing FFH’s debut album Make Them Understand. The project grew slowly over years of cassette releases, each with a menacing sincerity that caught the attention of noise listeners whose tastes ran toward the harsher end of the power electronics spectrum. Released in an edition of 114 copies, Make Them Understand’s audience is intentionally limited to those who actively seek it, in a genre that strives to remain insular. Dealing with the extremes of the human condition and delivered with a severe industrial noise approach FFH is a closed door. The clear, commanding vocals laid over repetitive electronics make for a stunningly open approach. The album opens like a shockwave, like being pinned up against a wall, the claustrophobic sounds creating a nightmare of anxiety and pathological psychology. The album’s highlight “Nevada Light” is chilling in its images of true crime.  There is nothing redeemable about FFH, a project steeped in misery. But if you are among the 114 or so, you need to hear it, as it’s the purest release of the year. True hate.

by STEVE LOWENTHAL on 10/31/2013 in Reviews | Tags: ,

Prurient

by Maria Raha  |  Photos By Tod Seelie
originally published, issue #7, 2005

Prurient

Explosions of blistering stop-and-start static are knotted with agonizing, far-off, distorted vocals. Blankets of brutal honesty distill the human experience down to its barest, most intense—though not always angry—moments. Regardless of layers of chaos, the aesthetics of Prurient and Dominick Fernow’s label, Hospital Productions, are tightly wound, but always fluid. There’s no room for leaks, no loose ends, no squeaky springs; however, Prurient is hardly an assembly line of albums rehashing one consistent idea.

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by Swingset Magazine on 6/20/2012 in Features, Interviews | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Prurient – Bermuda Drain (Hydra Head)

Saturday May 15th, 2010- Prurient’s Dominick Fernow is traveling through a tunnel in Europe at night. He is exhausted, miserable, anxious, and bored. This is usually when he conceptualizes his best work. Having spent most of the last two years playing synth in the iconic pop group Cold Cave, Fernow has had plenty of time to reflect on his own material. Bermuda Drain states its intention to soundtrack this sensation, the moments of dead time in travel, surrounded by lights and the narcoleptic calm of speed, traveling with no connection to the outside world. In order to realize his vision Fernow abandoned every tool and instrument he’s ever used, down to the cables and chords, in a technological purging. The result is immediately apparent. Displaying overt musicality, Bermuda Drain may seem surprising to those expecting to be confronted with walls of noise and feedback.

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by STEVE LOWENTHAL on 6/20/2011 in Reviews | Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

Virgin Spring – Excelsior (Gods of Tundra)

There are few mysteries in the contemporary noise world. One of the genuine surprises is the emergence of Virgin Spring. Rumored to be part of KP, who have several releases on Hospital Productions, Virgin Spring is a powerful entity in its own right. Released on the Gods of Tundra label, Excelsior is a striking debut, one that slowly unfurls. Over the course of the single sided album, the sounds move from sparse tonality to a more clanging maximalism of junk noise. Starting with slowly pitch-shifted tones, Virgin Spring starts the record off with a hushed menace, the static of the record complimenting the clarity of the sounds. A crackle of noise begins and the hushed winds become transcendent. There is a wash of what seem like field recordings overlaid with a slow metallic roll. These elements juxtapose with the physicality of the movements. Wooden planks shift, metals are struck and the sounds are arranged in ever-evolving loops. Things become more glaringly sharp as the scraping metals and percussive blows grow in resounding waves. The junk collapse ends sharply, with a succinct edit. Showing command of space, Virgin Spring then pushes things into aggressive territory, signals blaze, the noise swells and grows thunderous. A sullen alarm tone washes over the tumult and things fall apart. The opening tones are resurrected for a static infused exit, a truly dark cloud hanging over the finale like a lingering dread. Much like the atmospheric grace of the Bergman classic that inspired the name, Virgin Spring touches on a psychological fearfulness that threatens the logic of everyday living. The best noise records are the ones that can transport the listener to a place of abstraction, using violence, atmosphere and control. Excelsior is a record that delivers the thrill of great noise on all accounts. A rare feat in this age…Don’t miss it.

by STEVE LOWENTHAL on 12/7/2010 in Reviews | Tags: , , , , ,