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HOMF005 - TxQxB "Spontaneousdeath!" c10
TxQxB dish out just under 10 minutes of complete instrument destruction. Feedback-drenched, damaged as fuck noisecore! Edition of 100 pro-duplicated, handpainted tapes.
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A sample can be found on the HOMF myspace.
$5ppd in US
Shipping varies for international.
Trades welcome
sounds decent for noisecore, though not that familiar with it.
perhaps there should be a specific thread for releases? just a suggestion
TxQxB "Spontaneousdeath!" c10:
(Stapeshaw zine:)
While a lot bands in the genre tend to get lost in themselves and/or end up a tad messier than intended, Norwegians TxQxB have a sense of eeriness about them that lends a different sense of artistic merit to the racket they make.
Now the last thing an anti-music soldier in a noisecore band wants to hear is "artistic merit." But rather than just non-stop noise, TxQxB lay off every so often, and play around with texture and atonality more creatively than most, covering noise in more aspects than just harshness. The subtle, minimal, atonal bass lines lend a creepiness to the sound that blends well into the flowing in-and-out of guitar noise, tortured vocals and harshly-produced drums.
So while they may not really want to hear an artistic critique of their work, "Spontaneousdeath!" is a far more interesting approach to noisecore, something you can appreciate creatively as well how evil and harsh it is.
Rating: 8/10
I could be interested in buying one, if ppd price to Europe is not horrible. But no email address...Should people bother making myspace profiles for ordering or am I just blind?
BlogFuck Zine (Norway):
"TQB have created an opus out of practically nothing but their own
sadistic treatment of resonating objects and a fair share of hellish
howls like the agonised, gurgling screams of some sorry ass soldier
being ripped to shreds by machine gun crossfire somewhere in a foreign,
merciless desert. The thematic structure, insofar as there is one, is such that any
attempt towards - or relapse into - familiar patterns of shred, level
rhythm or sustained tonal frequency is pounded, smashed and annihilated
by the recurring artillery of standing bass waves, white guitar noise
and the erratic drumming waves that probably were played by a gorilla
and/or orangutan. We have no problem recommending this sweet piece of
pain to listeners of all calibers."
also, email: haironmyfoodtapes@gmail.com