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Sewer Election

Blizzard Amplification (2CD)

Label: White Centipede Noise

Format: 2CD

Genre: Electronic

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* Originally released as a private edition 6 cassettes box, instantly sold out * Sewer Election at their finest. Double-CD reissue of the six-tape-box. Improvised harsh electronics & feedback. Recorded & mixed at Studio Malign early 2020. "Sewer Election is a name to be held in the highest regard. While initially hooking audiences on one of the most hard-hitting takes on harsh noise available, he also proved to be the master of an unsettling and emotive tape music style which has come to be widely imitated. Naturally, the moments when these two concepts converge are considered to be nothing short of utter perfection. “Blizzard Amplification” is no different in quality from past releases, but focuses on a third speed at which Johansson can dominantly take the wheel.  The tracks which encompass these two discs are some of the most chaotic sounds you could imagine being wrangled, an unrelenting blast of energy which can only properly be compared to the most revered recordings of the 90s. Although sourced from improvisations, Sewer Election’s signature control and consideration are present throughout every moment. High-pitched oscillating tones and feedback ride along the crust of a more familiar static and rumble, all while coming across as fully intentional. The compositional strength of these recordings is unexpected given their categorically raw nature; you’d think amongst hours of material there would be unwanted sounds or lacking moments, but there just aren’t. Instead, you find a slab of harsh noise crafted by someone who has lived deep within the appreciation and practice of such for decades. This is essential listening for any fan of Dan’s work, a clear example of getting the goddamn job done."  Deutsche Asphalt

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Cat. number: WCN050-CD
Year: 2020
Put away that weepy guitar son, it's time w- incoming. WHOOOoooooooOOOOOOSH. | Read more

Every so often, the pure cleansing fury of a good harshhead ritual is demanded. More so I’d imagine when plainly heretical pursuits threaten to malign the internal consistencies keeping the head (the harsh one) screwed on a’right. Here, buffeted by perfect storms of harsh electronics & feedback, the head- harsh and otherwise- has barely space to think let alone channel its förtvivlan in the efterspel of a reverse-engineered piss poor performance. Put away that weepy guitar son, it's time w- incoming

WHOOOoooooooOOOOOOSH.

Three hours eight minutes and thirty six seconds of never flagging Sewer ERECTION, six-fold amplifications cumming hard fast gooood, far from impeachable, further still from stoppable, roaring riot through cyclopean jetstreams, torrential electronic blizzards blazing to that cataclysmic Category Six, inundating senses, reaming ‘holes, doing damage that, simply, needs to be done. Now that's what I call harsh head ritual.

Perhaps unremarkable for a project this storied and steeped in the craft, it’s still I think worth remarking that, and not to oversell the cliché of it but: there really is not a single dull moment. Perhaps a single side’s dalliance in not undesirous psychedelic oscilla-bloop, but more in the way of the exception proves the rule. The shit, rules hard. Perhaps too we can read something of this into the initial conception: the self-described improvised flow of each individual side staking a fly-by-the-seat-of-yer-soiled-panties immediacy, the constant, repeated, punchings-through of yet-still-harsher-eruptions absolutely obliterating even the teeniest suggestion of complacency. In the mindsear: locked down in shelter, unholy storms raging outside, left to own devices (and more than a few Elkbrew) and what to do but channel that rage straight to recording device. Later, per the liner notes, the er rage is remixed, but not at the expense of the living, breathing, ritual, moment.

Before completely losing the head in the moment, it may also be worth noting that not a single one of the twe