Described as a reflection on the state sanctioned decay corroding the fabric of the UK, 'Bog Standard' is half-an-hour of tortured electronics and sludge-tempo hits, like a Sleep album made from broken oscillators, squealing feedback and a tape echo device.
Since 2018, Kenny Sanderson has been painting his own greyscale landscape of the UK, threatening the country's manufactured peace with his overpoweringly minimal industrial noise sonics. And 'Bog Standard' is thorny material that doesn't pull its punches; starting with the chilling 'OPENED UP', a nightmarish gasp of nails-on-chalkboard percussion and electrically charged foghorn drones, it only increases in intensity as it develops. 'WHERE THE BUSES DON'T RUN' is a bleak, dubbed-out anthem for our forgotten towns and bankrupt cities, and 'IT'S WHAT YOU DID' sounds like a scream from the near future, warning us about false promises with its ritualistic pulses and ear-piercing wails.
On 'FOUR BAR GAS FIRE', Sanderson barely uses more than an echoing kick drum to remind us of the creeping dread at our doorstep, and he pushes the volume to terrifying levels on 'WE DESERVE OUR GRAVES', adding VHS-era slasher stabs to his bone-crushing thumps and swirling feedback loops.
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Described as a reflection on the state sanctioned decay corroding the fabric of the UK, 'Bog Standard' is half-an-hour of tortured electronics and sludge-tempo hits, like a Sleep album made from broken oscillators, squealing feedback and a tape echo device.
Since 2018, Kenny Sanderson has been painting his own greyscale landscape of the UK, threatening the country's manufactured peace with his overpoweringly minimal industrial noise sonics. And 'Bog Standard' is thorny material that doesn't pull its punches; starting with the chilling 'OPENED UP', a nightmarish gasp of nails-on-chalkboard percussion and electrically charged foghorn drones, it only increases in intensity as it develops. 'WHERE THE BUSES DON'T RUN' is a bleak, dubbed-out anthem for our forgotten towns and bankrupt cities, and 'IT'S WHAT YOU DID' sounds like a scream from the near future, warning us about false promises with its ritualistic pulses and ear-piercing wails.
On 'FOUR BAR GAS FIRE', Sanderson barely uses more than an echoing kick drum to remind us of the creeping dread at our doorstep, and he pushes the volume to terrifying levels on 'WE DESERVE OUR GRAVES', adding VHS-era slasher stabs to his bone-crushing thumps and swirling feedback loops.
Described as a reflection on the state sanctioned decay corroding the fabric of the UK, 'Bog Standard' is half-an-hour of tortured electronics and sludge-tempo hits, like a Sleep album made from broken oscillators, squealing feedback and a tape echo device.
Since 2018, Kenny Sanderson has been painting his own greyscale landscape of the UK, threatening the country's manufactured peace with his overpoweringly minimal industrial noise sonics. And 'Bog Standard' is thorny material that doesn't pull its punches; starting with the chilling 'OPENED UP', a nightmarish gasp of nails-on-chalkboard percussion and electrically charged foghorn drones, it only increases in intensity as it develops. 'WHERE THE BUSES DON'T RUN' is a bleak, dubbed-out anthem for our forgotten towns and bankrupt cities, and 'IT'S WHAT YOU DID' sounds like a scream from the near future, warning us about false promises with its ritualistic pulses and ear-piercing wails.
On 'FOUR BAR GAS FIRE', Sanderson barely uses more than an echoing kick drum to remind us of the creeping dread at our doorstep, and he pushes the volume to terrifying levels on 'WE DESERVE OUR GRAVES', adding VHS-era slasher stabs to his bone-crushing thumps and swirling feedback loops.
Described as a reflection on the state sanctioned decay corroding the fabric of the UK, 'Bog Standard' is half-an-hour of tortured electronics and sludge-tempo hits, like a Sleep album made from broken oscillators, squealing feedback and a tape echo device.
Since 2018, Kenny Sanderson has been painting his own greyscale landscape of the UK, threatening the country's manufactured peace with his overpoweringly minimal industrial noise sonics. And 'Bog Standard' is thorny material that doesn't pull its punches; starting with the chilling 'OPENED UP', a nightmarish gasp of nails-on-chalkboard percussion and electrically charged foghorn drones, it only increases in intensity as it develops. 'WHERE THE BUSES DON'T RUN' is a bleak, dubbed-out anthem for our forgotten towns and bankrupt cities, and 'IT'S WHAT YOU DID' sounds like a scream from the near future, warning us about false promises with its ritualistic pulses and ear-piercing wails.
On 'FOUR BAR GAS FIRE', Sanderson barely uses more than an echoing kick drum to remind us of the creeping dread at our doorstep, and he pushes the volume to terrifying levels on 'WE DESERVE OUR GRAVES', adding VHS-era slasher stabs to his bone-crushing thumps and swirling feedback loops.