TRASH COMPACTOR BURIAL - Commandeering of Children's Organs
Contribute by F.A.R. Company
The term 'noise not music' gets thrown up these days like a cheap beer full of cigarette butts and usually by bands you can still hear the riff in a coherent way. Which is always kinda annoyed me, the amount of records I have taken home expecting the 'raw noise punk' label to actually produce a proper fukin racket just to chuck it on the player and find out it was actually a 'well cooked coherent punk' record done in a studio made by a music chef of some fancy soughts. So I am always dubious on recommendations from labels and it's genuine pursuit of endorsing a propper fuckn racket. But thankfully R.I.P. PEACE out in Queensland Australia to the rescue with this debut release from this multi state band also from Australia called TRASH COMPACTOR BURIAL.
10 tracks of absolute fucking furious nonsense. Clearly not done in a studio and apparently all recorded through VHS tapes and video equipment, which gives it a well blown out shit show of a recording and also explains why there's a lot of movie samples throughout side A. The guitars sound like a kettle full of hotdogs on a stove screaming at boiling point, the drummer sounds like a 10 year old on way to much red cordial, there's some signs of bass in there and obviously something else getting used but not even going to try and guess what it is with this band. To round this all up, duel vocals from both sides on the screaming perspective of the modern neanderthal with the teradactyl "ARGGHHHS" and caveman "URGGGGHSSSS". But to me the vocals sound like 2 people been murdered with a delay pedal, one of them kinda sounds like there screaming in their car on the way home from a bad day at work through peak hour traffic. Highlight tracks on this tape are "Shooting Up Mustard Gas" (don't know how that's possible but I would like to see) and the title track "Commandeering of Children's Organs". Very dark nihilistic subjects and themes in play here, if you haven't guessed that already. But wait that's only side A!!
But don't expect a repeat of fast blown out demolition derby on side B. This side of the tape seems to be some sought of arguments through CB radios with various pedals and feed back to mess it all about. Kinda seems to be a heap of middle aged men just yelling at each other and talking shit. The tape J-card does say that side B is anxiety inducing ambience. Their not wrong, some parts of these arguments are pretty concerning and hard to listen to if you're not familiar with how dead shits talk on a building sight. Kinda like family dinner with that one uncle that's balding with a ponytail and has sweet stories about U.F.O. abductions but there's a whole table of them yelling their shit.
This is not your average demo or release?? What ever this is going by. This is a proper step up in racket making, finding all new pockets of insanity to put in a plastic bag and huff and pushing music equipment into realms science couldn't even explain or would even want to.
TRASH COMPACTOR BURIAL don't deal in coherent!! This has been an absolute treat to find... Remember kids if you can hear the riff it's gonna be shit hahahaha.
FFO: SORE THROAT, DEATH DUST EXTRACTOR and L.P.C.
Listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN_rF_pkfBQ
Cassette available from R.I.P PEACE Records: rippeacerecords at gmail dot com