Do not get me wrong on this one, the musicians behind it: Mike Lerner, Colin Marston and, Weasel Walter are a bunch of really talented people condemning themselves to eternal musical exile in the hell of dissonance and awkward riffing. If music is art (which it quite undeniably is), then Horrorscension must bear the same kind of purpose that makes fashion designers put a pair of shoes or a bucket on a model's head. And I absolutely love it.
This is definitely not your Sunday listening. Behold The Arctopus... would make Plato happy, escaping the earthly trap of mimesis as much as they can, making music you have never really heard before. And yes, I hear all you math-music enthusiasts nagging about similarities to Ron Jarzombek's Solitarily Speaking Of Theoretical Confinement, Spastic Ink, Fantomas Suspended Animation and what not. What distinguishes this album from all the rest, however, is that there is this thrashy, ominous feel accompanying most of the songs.
The album comprises six furious instrumentals packed with uncomfortable chords, dissonance, blast beats, and unexpected time changes. As opposed to the band's previous offering, Horrorscension is less tonal and, quite sadly, and to disappointment of fans, more chaotic. But it is really difficult to approach this album in terms of songwriting, as there are hardly any rules that apply in composition of this kind of music. Yes, you might have just heard a catchy riff, a nice melody or a really memorable phrase - forget it, one second and it is gone forever, covered by an avalanche of noise. Horrorscension does not pamper the listener, it is not a vain, selfish album either. It is what it is, a punishment for all these Leonard Cohen songs you have heard on the radio, deal with it.
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