Boomkat Product Review:
Lurching, throttling noise.
“In this age of electronic surrender, where identities and realities can be sloughed from you as easily as leprous skin, it must be considered: What is the storage capacity of our personal spiritualties Does our ease of transition affect only the exterior, or do our humanities become ragged with use—or does it become compressed as these fragments of reality splinter away from us What is the sound of a soul in 2016
The scream of such corruption may be incomprehensible to the untrained mind, yet in the aural abattoirs of Gainstage these flayed metaformations are brought into our UnReality. Beneath the sediment of humanity, the sun shines in RGB: convert to grayscale, and watch a world of self-buried definition open before you. In this new landscape, the cold light illuminates shattered ideologies and the dust of forgotten deities left behind from some cosmic flea market. Inhale this world: serrated serotonin dragged up spinal digitalis, crushed-god ecstasy snorted up behind your third eye. Pounding metamorphosis as Void whispers to you incessantly: chug. chug. chug. A celebratory consumption of self, filling the pipes of the body with shambling effervescence and an eternity of hissing and indecipherable voices. Soft light—the color of stone, of ancient mountain and dirty concrete—fills the spaces behind your eyes: eigengrau as lover, her crushing arms enfolding you with the promise of silent dominion.
In these alien pieces of audio, one need not find terror, but enlightenment. There is no deception in destruction, nor lies in death. Allow the weight of Elevated Noise to act as psychogenesis—you may find yourself rising faster than you fall.”