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Noise/Girl, "Discopathology"
He goes by the name Lucifer and he makes a noise that'll stand outamong every other noise album in just about anyone's collection.Throbbing Gristle was as much concerned with beats as they were withconfrontation and the Noise/Girl project takes that premise a stepforward.
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This is noise for dancing, at least in part, and it's noisethat loves chaos in a way that only Satan possibly could. Lucifer'snoise is part drone, a layered, demented noise full of psychedeliceffects and hazy textures all of which tend to reach a criticalvelocity before ending. His dance tracks, on the other hand, are justthat. It's impossible to resist his dance floor oriented beats,pounding away like a war drum beneath sharp, swirling effects and heavystatic.
When "Discopathology" hits it's a bit of a surprise. Luciferdoesn't hold back, utilizing compressed melodies, unintelligible vocalsamples, and all manner of cut-up blast rhythms that build and build toan orgasmic level, pumping like a well-oiled machine. It's hard not tothink of Nitzer Ebb or any of the dance-industrial giants that madesimilar, but significantly less energetic music than this. It's alsohard not to imagine a factory with innumerable gears, gaskets, engines,and cranks moving in perfect time.
The first half of the album isprodigiously funkier and voluptuous. "Alive" amounts to the completedestruction of the Bee Gees, a sacrificial burning of their trademarkvocals and disco style. A tense reworking of the melody from "Stayin'Alive" is countered by Lucifer's start and stop dynamics. It's anaudacious track, especially on a noise album like this one. It mightturn a lot of purists off, but it adds a world of dimension to thealbum, one that is altogether harsh and uncompromising. As the albumcomes to a close, Lucifer turns the darkness factor up about tennotches, increasing the intensity of his feedback blasts ormanipulating the mood of the entire track by incorporating deepergroans and hinting at rhythms somewhere in the distance.
Trevor Brown'sfantastic artwork fits the mood of the album perfectly. The nurse withher open legs might suggest some kind of welcome gesture, but it'd bethe most insane kind of sexual adventure. Lucifer similarly opensthis album up for the noise uninitiated and then proceeds to crusheveryone and everything sucked in by his whirling mania of dancing feetand chainsaws.
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