The tapes packaging is worth a mention as it consists of a over sized vinyl box that features on the cover a nice/grim full colour picture of a brutally sliced 'n' ripped open naked female torso. Inside the box has three stuck on paper black ‘n’ white inlays; one on the opposite side to the tape and one each below and above the tape it self. All told it’s a grim bit of package which suites nicely the brutalizing & torturing sonics inside.
Each side of tape features a dead on thirty five minute track, and on side one we find the first grim and raging bombardment which is entitled “Part 1”. This first side/track is built around a huge and ear carnal rupturing bass noise rumble/ caustic drone that’s Continually churned over and over in a repetitively brutal manner. Lined around and woven into the main tone is this churning ‘n’ cluttering semi metallic almost junk like tone that also pretty much repeats the same sonic battering over and over again. The ‘wall’ is very stayed and unforgiving for pretty much all of its full length, though from time to time there does seem very slight shifts in both of the main tone patters, and one sudden stop/ break in the wall for a few secounds. The only major change in the tracks make-up is towards the latter part of the track when an extra layer of slower junk cluttering/ billowing is added into the wall which gives the track a more panicked feeling, like maybe DBC's victim is in her final twitching death throws.
Side two track is entitled “Part 2” and it finds DBC offering up another really nasty brutally bass grinding noise drone ‘n’ churn tone. This main tone is sliced 'n' whipped by these smaller repetitive metal or static grazes 'n' caustic sweeps. As the track goes on the bass noise tone seems to taken on a repetitive yet descending rumble type feel, which as times feels like your stuck in an endless landslide of sound. Once the track has settled into it’s descending brutality it remains fairly firm and unbreakable in it’s ‘walled’ structure. Though DBC does tweak and slightly shift both tones to create this great 'n' endlessly descending battering or pummelling sensation, and to keep a good feeling of intense and bloody urgency about the ‘wall’.
So all told this C70 tape offers up two brutal, crude and bass bruising lessons in extremely and violent wall making. I very much like the subtle junk metal and brutalized sludge industrial traces running through both tracks here, and this release is another enjoyable yet painfully ride in DBC’s extreme from of sonic torture.
by Roger Batty