Boomkat Product Review:
London’s Hex heave a gnarled, knotted take on noisy, post-‘ardcore dynamics with their debut sacrifice for Liberation Technologies.
Best filed next to The Sprawl’s sawn-off modular shotties, the crushed non-place scapes of Brood Ma, or Rabit’s deviant grime, the duo’s eponymous Hex trades in a sonic language of caustic tones and smashed syntax salvaged and welded together from the remnants of zombied, technoid dance musics.
Five tracks mutate and spasm with a febrile, viral quality conveying a psychoacoustic confusion of spatial perceptions and perilous textural vortices only just held together by irregular rhythms and structures to probe your tolerance for dancefloor fight or flight responses.
Open Source fantastasises inorganic systems of lurching industrial clangour, and Foreign Tongue crushes tranced-out dancehall underfoot like some T-100 murderbot. From a pensile, diffused noise intro, strobing synth voices gasp for air amidst the collapsed structures of Ruin Valve, and Exotica could almost be The Bug on a rampage with Shapednoise.