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I’m not sure if summing up seven-and-a-bit (ish) hours of music in 70 words is considered a faux pas or not these days, but I’ll endeavour regardless.
Review:
Vomir is as Vomir does. Every time he releases music it’s a case of expectation-matching. Texturally he lets his mind wander, yet that pervasive sense of dread//nothingness//pain//self-loathing never falters. You’d think his dedication to stasis lends itself to boredom but, for whatever reason, the unyielding
SCRSHSHSHSSHKLSRSHRSHKLSHSH manages to make itself a nice home in the darker expanses of your head. It’s as if you never needed those seven-and-a-bit (ish) hours.
Postscriptum:
It seems odd to say that this sounds like Vomir
finally mastering his craft (considering how rudimentary and seemingly insubstantial his craft is). Realistically, it doesn’t even make sense, so far as virtuosity doesn’t really exist in the realm of big muffs and black plastic bags, but I don’t really care. I feel like I want to say that not because these walls are technically any different//better//more accomplished than the rest of his stuff, but for some reason they seem more miasmic…. Or perhaps panoptic, I don’t know what a lot of these words mean in the context of sound, but I’m trying. Basically what I’m trying to get at is this idea that it sounds like every sound hitting you at once. It’s completely overwhelming, or something like that.
It’s also kinda soothing but then again I’ve been labelled a masochist many a time, so perhaps it’s worth taking that with a grain of salt. It’s almost dissociative. Recalls that idea of (every//no)thing duality//singularity (don’t get me started). [citation needed]
There’s a quite interesting sense of motion though. Again, that really doesn’t make sense since the music is, in the physical sense, static but, whether it be a side-effect of mental gymnastics//auditory hallucinations or no, it feels quite fluid. Fluid makes more sense actually -- since it does
wash over you so to speak. I don’t think fluid quite captures the weight and density of this at all though. Fluid inadvertently implies a kind of softness. And whereas water would run through your fingers, this really wouldn’t. So perhaps fluid isn’t the best word.
Oh well.
Pretty tired at the moment. Probably going to jam this and pass out.
