Theme wise this release sees DBC stepping away from his more deranged medical interests into more slaying of female flesh and sexlized death as the cover features a blood red tinged picture of naked female laying down with leather gloves and a bask on, and of course the title suggests slaughter too. Sonically wise we still firmly in what we’d expected from this project with nasty, unrelenting, sadistic and extreme ‘wall making’ of the highest (or lowest form).
Up first we have untitled track number one which comes in at just under the thirty nine minute mark and it finds DBC churning out this really intense, thick and slightly brooding ‘wall’. It's built around this endless throbbing bass judder meets slight jitter static subtone- it’s like someone drilling into you head endlessly with a juddering and jitter road drill. The track never moves from it’s fixed, cruel and bloody caustic state yet DBC makes it very appealing as you seemed to get more and more hypnotised as the track goes on.
Up lastly we have the second untitled track which is a little shorter than the first at just over the thirty five minute mark. This wall is more of plan looped bass judder/ drone that brings to mind and endless revering up motor bike engine. The tracks ok for the first 10/ 15 minutes, but after that it just becomes rather unappealing and repetitive in a bad way, and when it finally finishers your well and truly feed-up with the ‘wall’. I think why it doesn’t work as a long form wall is purely because it feels too simple and basic in its make-up, meaning your concentration wanes and you loose interest in it quickly. Sure it’s brutal as a rapid battering around the head , but it’s just missing the moorish edge to make it a great and appealing ‘wall’.
So in summing up “Stockings, Bloody, Stockings” offers up one great, brutal and relentless ‘wall’ . And one not so great ‘wall’. Certainly it's worth picking up for the first track, and who knows you may enjoy the second track more that I did.
by Roger Batty