DOOMSDAY APOCALYPSE
SPECIAL – A SENSE OF FOREBODING (RETARD RECORDS)
In local scenes there
are often bands of legend that seldom are heard of outside such provincial
borders. These are acts that perform
against the grain, against the trend of tastes often gaining notoriety and a
slender cult following of town weirdoes that not only like the band, they love
the band. In attaining such a reputation
an act will earn its stripes often by upsetting more people than it
impresses. And therein lay their charm.
For Colchester and its surrounding areas we have the Doomsday
Apocalypse Special. And they are a truly
wonderful act even if they are too frightening to approach.
The word was always
that this band was pure early Sonic Youth with a sound so heavily drenched in
distortion and feedback there wasn’t really room for anything else. Bear in mind this is a duo carrying the names
Brockerly Moonface and Jabberwocky.
Without effort these two could easily be characters or the focus of a
Harmony Korine feature.
On that note A Sense
Of Foreboding is not as we know and love them.
Beginning as little more as the pulsing score to Day Of The Dead audio
this twenty two minute exploration is a more ambient rendering than full on feedback
jazz. In execution it shakes the
confines but does not necessarily destroy it.
And in that effect it proves quite appropriate to entitle the piece A
Sense Of Foreboding as anticipation runs rife in the expectation of something
incendiary.
Whether it by fortune
or design the set makes me think of mechanised adaptation of Earth that is
heavy on drone and cunning atmospheric.
Then as the movie samples change so does the guitar sound as things get
stretched out and more refined. As the
instruments creek and groan with a whale sound it does feel like a call for
help.
As my stereo speakers
continue to vibrate I think back to gruesome times, ones where my hum would
antagonise as much as this one. It’s an
alien language impossible to decode for most.
Gradually the slow
moving object succumbs and dies having taken much of the audience with it. Jet propelled engines make ears pop
less. The end of the world is never
pretty, does not have a beat. No encore.
And to tie a bow in
proceedings we get an aggressive sample/quote from Happiness saying how we are
going to get fucked so bad we’ll be coming out of our ears. Most appropriate.
You can’t catch
lightning in a broken bottle.
Thesaurus moment:
contaminated.
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