Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix is a new submission from the mighty Musica Orizzontale: a a creative tryst that churns chords that clash and claw like no others. The product is uncooked, bestial, tattered and for me, all the easier to digest because of it.
Perhaps that's because the contents mirror my desperation. Recently, my wife fell ill, to the extent of nearly dying, and my emotions have gotten frayed. As her dire ordeal has unfolded, the sounds in my head punched shrill and fierce, just like those of Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix.
The artists involved used unorthodox sources (Venta Protesix's laptops and E.M. Spazz Unit's scream machines, among other off-kilter schemes) to filter their warring sounds, but whatever the specialized means, the impact is always visceral, especially when kicked off by "Primeval Mud of Mutation/Six New Larynxx", which captures a torment akin to what Norman Bates and Roderick Usher (or me, tee hee) feel when the brain becomes inflamed.
What follows "Primeval Mud" is just as shameless, just as insane: "Music Will Never Change Anything" (an incessant drilling that projects defeat), "Aching Virtual Vacuum" (a suffocating, machine-shop calamity), "Disassociation Championship" (powerful pops that pull one's limbs straight from their sockets), and "Sleep Deprivation Psychosis" (a spine-tapping, insomniac reminder that one's worst fears are worse than imagined). Yes, these titles behave just as one might suspect: each and every one behaviorally bent!
Throughout the album, I became an integral part of the tracks' explosive, whistling, primal grit, which sears and simmers in such a despairing way as to defy any force that might nurture joy. To rephrase, the tracks spit in the eye of giddy adversity by embracing all the defiant doom they employ.
Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix's punk-ish results are sheer genius, forcing one's ears, heart and soul to be all that they wish to be. If I wish to lament, I have full passage to do so among these crackling tracks, and for the sake of a woeful state, I appreciate that more than the mere words of this review could ever state.
Orqan & E.M. Unit vs Venta Protesix is the proverbial, sad-song compilation that not only will "reach into your room" (my apologies to Sir Elton) but thrive as a reckless antidote that induces fearsome fortitude.
Partake the placating panic at
https://musicaorizzontale.bandcamp.com/album/movs1-orqan-e-m-spazz-unit-vs-venta-protesix
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