By: Owen Coggins
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Released on October 16, 2016 via Hominid Sounds
Third release (I think) by one of Mike Vest’s million projects when he’s not occupied with Blown Out or Bong or Basilica or anything else. Swirling, wild ecstatic sheets of feedbacking shkreeekrsh, not exactly crazy violent chaos, but not ambient hum-into-the-background either. It sounds as if Rallizes Denudes was an introspective solo project, or as if Mike has discovered a portal to another universe, hidden at the end of a live Jimi Hendrix track.
To be truthful the tracks aren’t particularly distinguishable and run together, perfectly appropriately for a tape release of abstract guitar work. Though there are slight differences in atmosphere: the first track, ‘Mild Exorsism’ has a sleepy angle-grinder feel (if that could possibly make any sense) that washes over you hazily, just at the end drifting apart airily into its separate elements. ‘Surgical Xenocide’ has a more dramatic beginning, bursting into slow-curling flames, just a tiny bit more detectable as separate notes and lines amongst the haze. The next two tracks have titles that perfectly sum up the gonzo space zone-out: ‘Zoid Fuel’ and ‘Lethal Purple’. They don’t quite make sense and the stories are somehow incomplete, but at the same time you can tell what they’re getting at.
Similar to the tracks themselves, they’re economical, somewhat cryptic, but provide a departure point for drifting imagination. The former is the longest piece here at 10 minutes, gently rallying between different flavours of distortion throughout, either sublime ambience or psychedelic brain scrub depending on your volume settings. Towards the end the feedback peeeeeeeeeep drills into the mind while the subaquatic riff splashing sinks further and further away from consciousness. The latter track then continues in much the same vein, with faintly suggested background arpeggios seeming like a distant dream of order amongst this population of out of control sounds. The final track also has this effect of barely perceptible musical structure beneath the wailing and mumbling, in this case a dimly remembered attachment to the vaguest of blues foundations.
It’s an effective way to present an experiment in drifting, abstract, improvised jam of noise and effects, pushing out past basic conventions into wild but becalmed, weird ecstatic pastel shades. Far, far out.