Excellent record released by Distraction Records with what is probably the best press release you'll ever read -
Necro Deathmort live up to their really clever moniker, laying down 6 tracks of trademark seismic DOOMSTEP and utterly bleak NOISEDRONEMETAL with EP3 - a regression to their earliest days when reputable style pundits Vice Magazine wrote: "one minute it's Squarepusher, the next it's Sunn O)))". This is some dark occult shit, a fact reflected in the artwork which shows an almost naked girl holding a goat's skull, her face dripping with blood. There may be runes behind her; we can't quite make them out, what with all the darkness.
The record opens with 'Sedan', a face-melting mixture of a-Ha intensity and ferocious Kraftwerk-esque vocals. How can a robot sound so pissed off and utterly misanthropic? Only NDM know how.
'Holy Prism' follows and we're treated to the blackest ever blackness, like a pair of skinny black jeans falling through a black hole and into the tip of a gigantic black Sharpie marker. It's just that black. This is like the soundtrack to some sci-fi horror shit, with Scarlett Johansen in knickers being chased through a spaceship by some kind of pig-demon with razor sharp teeth and a Southern Lord t-shirt on. I'm scared just thinking about it.
Then 'Quandary' kicks in and we're left fighting for our breath as the pummelling beats offer no respite and punch you repeatedly in the face with their tiny drumfists. 'The Regency' does little to soothe our shattered nerves, sounding like a bulldozer pushing a planet into the biggest 3-bar electric fire you've ever seen. 'Sparks' follows and pushes the darkness to '11', sounding like 'Rockit' by Herbie Hancock played by a church mouse in a Cylon helmet. The album concludes with 'Tundra': without hyperbole, the most bleak and harrowing music ever put on vinyl by any human.
Some people may say the band has run out of ideas, which is utterly preposterous: to make this record they used totally different keyboard presets and used extensive Lovecraft references, something never done before by a band anywhere, ever. Some may also say that the band have tired of writing press releases for their music, which is equally preposterous, as there is literally nothing more exciting than trying to describe your work to jaded music journalists. Nothing at all.
To reflect the utter darkness of this release, we've decided to forgo the usual 2-colour splatter vinyl and have them specially pressed on BLACK vinyl - these are going to be serious collectors’ items, so if you've been collecting vinyl since April, then one of these bad boys will really stand out in your collection.
333 copies, 83 of which had fucked sleeves due to a devastating combination of a lack of quality control at the pressing plant and cack-handed courier people. Artwork by Thomas Neulinger.
For fans of: cool electronic shit, random occult imagery, tight jeans, trends, fashion.