Los Angeles based harsh noise/power electronics terrorist Pseudocommando takes the genre into completely uncharted waters, adding a terrifying sense of compositional ambition and of deliberate urgency to its scathing wall of blunt force audial trauma, making for an exquisitely elitarian and quite unseen listening experience.
Within the hour long full frontal sonic assault on the senses, Pseudocommando’s controlled demolition of the listener progresses and is slowly built and anticipated with unseen lucidly and awareness, taking a number of unexpected turns for the absolute worst as the songs progress deeper into immateriality engaging and challenging the listener's expectations at multiple levels and moving them closer to the event horizon of all conceivable sanity.
Soon, as the sonic singularity is approached beyond which no return can be attempted, the album mutates into a horrifying chain reaction which can not be stopped as the sonic pandemonium unleashed enters an unstable point of no return state and initiates a critical mass where the listener is trucidated blindly and disintegrated in the most brutal, chaotic, mindless, and inefficient way possible.
1. ████████████ [Pt.1] 27:12
2. Pope 37 03:47
3. ████████████ [Pt.2] 28:25
4. Wedding Bells 02:30