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NEUROSIS


"Honor Found In Decay"

by Octopi Mills


It is my duty to now review another album from another legendary band; that band being Neurosis. The album opens with an interesting build up and features some intriguing musicianship and effects, and the dynamics of the first song, "We All Rage in Gold" keeps things interesting enough.  The next song comes in a slow sort of motion, with the sparse, unique guitars lurching along into droning chords and the drums plodding around as the harsh voice resumes. A controlled overdrive of  feedback is at hand and develops into something, though it is shaped like an organic sort of clay into different things, experimental and sloth-like in manner.

There is a dissonance at play that is subtle, and fuzzy strings dominate certain parts and one can hear some somber guitar work that has its way through these human hands.  There is a a certain formula in the work by the time the third song is realized, as the band plumbs through moods that are like a syrup devised for a common cold, or some other emotional illness probably stemming from a social sickness that can be only be cured by amplifiers and heavy chords trumped with bass and drums. Things can seem to get even a little psychedelic at times, and once again the dynamics save the music from being too banal or boring. There are tiny pieces here and there, like little trinkets of natural light coming through decaying buildings on some forgotten street where the factory man is a class of character who is no more. Perhaps, there is a touch of urban decay in the sound, and the workers have mined into poisonous gases with their equipment, and instead of drawing unemployment, the men now take to swirling around with their guitars to probe new frontiers. The effects from the guitars evoke many different thoughts, and the men's moods seem to come through the electricity of their whims.

 Somewhere a drummer crashes cymbals therein the sound, like a sunrise that is painful to the eyes of the beholder. "Bleeding The Pigs" begins as a continuation in the formula, where man meets his digital spirit and things get a little cosmic as the dreary tide builds and stumbles like a clay golem with an organic heart that beats in rhythmic destruction towards the master. Slowly, as it stirs, i can see windstorms and streets flooding, as if i am sitting in on some apocalyptic soundtrack. There is a sense of disaster that broods in the album as a sort of folding continuation to this listener. Again, the fourth track follows with the same brooding pace and is linked to the rest, as the sound rumbles forth like stone slabs eventually- like the earth's crust is cracking. Doom, some might say, and it is a motion of such things that well up like noises in the ground. By now it is apparent there is a falling, and things are conjured to the mind like natural disasters, and other finger foods we deserve to be served as to these forces called up by Neurosis. This sort of reminds me of the Melvins without the inside pun, and I would imagine this would be ideal in a club or on a powerful stereo to get the full effect of being swallowed or enveloped. It could probably be a little overwhelming in the wrong setting.

"All is found...in time" is another mad automaton with a sci-fi sort of of intelligence that brings forth sludgy, sewer bloating floods and destruction to the human race, all the while toying with dynamics playfully in its creators parts and gear work. I can almost see a lonely oil rig somewhere; as if we have mined into hell and something that was not meant to be tapped. Cell phones go down in the field of magnetic destruction, and meat cows huddle into the ruins of old barns that were a part of the lie of the 1950's and a brainwash- a sham we should have realized. Social chat rooms are obliterated in the doom, and your greatest fears are now far worse than no internet connection and fake breasts as these fellows declare the place a disaster area. The last song is a grandson to the debris, offering only more collapse and the trouble of sirens and panic. A good album to promote this year's winter solstice, the way i have it figured. Let us hope that it happens and resets us to factory defaults.

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