GNOD - INFINITY MACHINES
Only the Throbbing Gristle/Coil axis come close to this spaceward/Satanic Mill industrial sound.
Where oh where to begin with Gnod's new LP? It's an utter monster. Eight mindbending tracks that look to crash through our middling daily concerns and create a headspace that throws us off kilter. I recently remarked that listening to this LP could get you "feeling" in a state of transit; like a balloon covered in static and stuck to a ceiling there is very little pointiin offering any resistance until the process (here: playing the LP in its entirety) is complete.
Gnod's music on Infinity Machines sometimes (as with Control Systems, and the title track) takes the shape of a thick, steady lava flow of indeterminable noise and or tectonic shifts of sound and space. Countering this (on, say, Inevitable Collateral and Desire) we have a spaced out vibe that mixes the more space dust elements of Gong's muse and sticks it through a cosmic sieve, constructed by Conrad Schnitzler and Edgar Froese. Imagine a Manchester warehouse being blasted (by the dark arts of The Chief Designer) into outer space. Only the Throbbing Gristle/Coil axis come close to this spaceward/Satanic Mill industrial sound. At other times (as on White Priviledged Wank and Breaking the Hex) the record sounds like all the photocopying machines in the world making a concerted attempt to make contact with us. This is truly the sound of the Earth in all its vastness, and/or all the unseen consequences of humankind at work....
Read the full review here: Incendiary Magazine
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