I will admit this: If you told me that there was an album you could hardly imagine being released on another label than WV Sorcerer Productions, I'd already be ninety percent sold.
But that's just a theory. In practise I'm of course the one telling you about an album right now, which couldn't be more WV Sorcery sauce - even though it's actually being co-released by the British-Chinese label Dusty Ballz.
大鬼眾 GHOSTMASS - 鬼之冥想 Ghost Meditation (Sanguine vinyl LP) (2024)
Ghostmass is a Chinese quartet, consisting of Li Quing and Li Weisi from the duo Soviet Pop on drums and bass and both Yan Jun and Yang Kuku from Carsick Cars on electronics and vocals. If you're as unfamiliar with those names as I am, but you have some experience with releases from this label and took a look at the tracklist of "Ghost Meditation", you might very well be able to guesstimate their sound.
Yes, the two twenty minute long tracks "嗚 Wu" and "呼 Hu" are a combination of super slow minimalist Drone Doom with exhausting Harsh Noise. The crunching creeping bass and often rather textural drumming on one side and the shrieking, scratching, glitching, buzzing and feedbacking Electronic bursts crash into each other like a temple being demolished by a wrecking ball.
I'm not quite sure which is which in this pretty picture of destruction, but at least I know that like the band on the Titanic the monks keep chanting until the end. If there is a glue holding this rubble mountain of noises together, then this role goes to the vocals, which are mostly variations of throat singing, and seem to ground the music in a vague Chinese / Mongolian spirituality. At least until they turn from the booming deep inward to the shrill outward with high Grindcore-ish screeches.
Yes, the two twenty minute long tracks "嗚 Wu" and "呼 Hu" are a combination of super slow minimalist Drone Doom with exhausting Harsh Noise. The crunching creeping bass and often rather textural drumming on one side and the shrieking, scratching, glitching, buzzing and feedbacking Electronic bursts crash into each other like a temple being demolished by a wrecking ball.
I'm not quite sure which is which in this pretty picture of destruction, but at least I know that like the band on the Titanic the monks keep chanting until the end. If there is a glue holding this rubble mountain of noises together, then this role goes to the vocals, which are mostly variations of throat singing, and seem to ground the music in a vague Chinese / Mongolian spirituality. At least until they turn from the booming deep inward to the shrill outward with high Grindcore-ish screeches.
An easy formula to descrive all this would be Sunn O))) meets Merzbow meets Marc Urselli's Steppendoom, but with a more improvisational character like Acid Lumo, if that reference finally is obscure enough for you. And if you're a fan of Javanese experimentalists Senyawa, as I advise everyone to be, the eerie, but also strangely comforting nature of this raw yet impactfully layered record should also speak to you.
Excellent Avant-garde music, as usual rounded off by a nice (dis)harmonious packaging. I have no open wishes. Let there be Ghostmass!
Excellent Avant-garde music, as usual rounded off by a nice (dis)harmonious packaging. I have no open wishes. Let there be Ghostmass!
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