One of Bristol’s worst kept secrets, Spiritflesh - outed as the duo of DJ October and Borai - piles their considerable weight behind four hulking riddims built, Frankenstein’s monster style, from elements of doom metal, EBM and industrial noise fused with dub pressure
At last, No Corner deign to commit Spiritflesh’s début with Menace, following up a handful of low key compilation and demo tape appearances with a beastly manifesto of dreader-than-dread intent.
Mortuary kicks off the EP on a roiling Afro tip with swingeing drums pinned into place by rolicking snare in a way recalling Mark Ernestus Ndagga Rhythm Forces’s Walo Walo, but redone by Cut Hands. pimp Femme is more spacious, heady, with warped vox infiltrating a sort of collapsed EBM groove and dark blue pads in ritualistic manner.
Impasse is utterly ghoulish, with the bass sucked below a dense shoal of ghostly dub figures, perhaps imagining a spawn of Drexicya, and the black hole of Cobalt Links opens its gargantuan jaws to anyone foolhardy to get close enough.
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One of Bristol’s worst kept secrets, Spiritflesh - outed as the duo of DJ October and Borai - piles their considerable weight behind four hulking riddims built, Frankenstein’s monster style, from elements of doom metal, EBM and industrial noise fused with dub pressure
At last, No Corner deign to commit Spiritflesh’s début with Menace, following up a handful of low key compilation and demo tape appearances with a beastly manifesto of dreader-than-dread intent.
Mortuary kicks off the EP on a roiling Afro tip with swingeing drums pinned into place by rolicking snare in a way recalling Mark Ernestus Ndagga Rhythm Forces’s Walo Walo, but redone by Cut Hands. pimp Femme is more spacious, heady, with warped vox infiltrating a sort of collapsed EBM groove and dark blue pads in ritualistic manner.
Impasse is utterly ghoulish, with the bass sucked below a dense shoal of ghostly dub figures, perhaps imagining a spawn of Drexicya, and the black hole of Cobalt Links opens its gargantuan jaws to anyone foolhardy to get close enough.
One of Bristol’s worst kept secrets, Spiritflesh - outed as the duo of DJ October and Borai - piles their considerable weight behind four hulking riddims built, Frankenstein’s monster style, from elements of doom metal, EBM and industrial noise fused with dub pressure
At last, No Corner deign to commit Spiritflesh’s début with Menace, following up a handful of low key compilation and demo tape appearances with a beastly manifesto of dreader-than-dread intent.
Mortuary kicks off the EP on a roiling Afro tip with swingeing drums pinned into place by rolicking snare in a way recalling Mark Ernestus Ndagga Rhythm Forces’s Walo Walo, but redone by Cut Hands. pimp Femme is more spacious, heady, with warped vox infiltrating a sort of collapsed EBM groove and dark blue pads in ritualistic manner.
Impasse is utterly ghoulish, with the bass sucked below a dense shoal of ghostly dub figures, perhaps imagining a spawn of Drexicya, and the black hole of Cobalt Links opens its gargantuan jaws to anyone foolhardy to get close enough.
One of Bristol’s worst kept secrets, Spiritflesh - outed as the duo of DJ October and Borai - piles their considerable weight behind four hulking riddims built, Frankenstein’s monster style, from elements of doom metal, EBM and industrial noise fused with dub pressure
At last, No Corner deign to commit Spiritflesh’s début with Menace, following up a handful of low key compilation and demo tape appearances with a beastly manifesto of dreader-than-dread intent.
Mortuary kicks off the EP on a roiling Afro tip with swingeing drums pinned into place by rolicking snare in a way recalling Mark Ernestus Ndagga Rhythm Forces’s Walo Walo, but redone by Cut Hands. pimp Femme is more spacious, heady, with warped vox infiltrating a sort of collapsed EBM groove and dark blue pads in ritualistic manner.
Impasse is utterly ghoulish, with the bass sucked below a dense shoal of ghostly dub figures, perhaps imagining a spawn of Drexicya, and the black hole of Cobalt Links opens its gargantuan jaws to anyone foolhardy to get close enough.