The Grim Chainsaw Reaper
Faded, industrial excavation from sorely missed NYC noise duo KP. Torched doomscapes not a million parsecs from MB, Work/Death or early Prurient - one fer the basement dwellers.
It's been almost a decade since we last heard from New York City's KP, but it's hardly surprising that the apocalyptic drone-noizz duo have returned just in time for the end of the world. "The Grim Chainsaw Reaper" is a double slice of fuzzy white noise, fragmented vocals, piercing feedback and the kind of heaving environmental recordings that make you convinced the Blair Witch's listless gen z offspring is gonna emerge from under yer bed, staring at you with hollow, dead eyes while it Tik Tok's your reaction.
Fans of the mid 00s Hospital Productions run should be elated to hear this - at times it sounds like funneling one of Maurizio Bianchi's '80s tapes through a drainpipe connected to the toxic graveyard in "Return of the Living Dead II". To be honest, that's exactly what we fucking want from a noise tape. If you're not sold by now, this probably isn't for you. Peak.
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Faded, industrial excavation from sorely missed NYC noise duo KP. Torched doomscapes not a million parsecs from MB, Work/Death or early Prurient - one fer the basement dwellers.
It's been almost a decade since we last heard from New York City's KP, but it's hardly surprising that the apocalyptic drone-noizz duo have returned just in time for the end of the world. "The Grim Chainsaw Reaper" is a double slice of fuzzy white noise, fragmented vocals, piercing feedback and the kind of heaving environmental recordings that make you convinced the Blair Witch's listless gen z offspring is gonna emerge from under yer bed, staring at you with hollow, dead eyes while it Tik Tok's your reaction.
Fans of the mid 00s Hospital Productions run should be elated to hear this - at times it sounds like funneling one of Maurizio Bianchi's '80s tapes through a drainpipe connected to the toxic graveyard in "Return of the Living Dead II". To be honest, that's exactly what we fucking want from a noise tape. If you're not sold by now, this probably isn't for you. Peak.
Faded, industrial excavation from sorely missed NYC noise duo KP. Torched doomscapes not a million parsecs from MB, Work/Death or early Prurient - one fer the basement dwellers.
It's been almost a decade since we last heard from New York City's KP, but it's hardly surprising that the apocalyptic drone-noizz duo have returned just in time for the end of the world. "The Grim Chainsaw Reaper" is a double slice of fuzzy white noise, fragmented vocals, piercing feedback and the kind of heaving environmental recordings that make you convinced the Blair Witch's listless gen z offspring is gonna emerge from under yer bed, staring at you with hollow, dead eyes while it Tik Tok's your reaction.
Fans of the mid 00s Hospital Productions run should be elated to hear this - at times it sounds like funneling one of Maurizio Bianchi's '80s tapes through a drainpipe connected to the toxic graveyard in "Return of the Living Dead II". To be honest, that's exactly what we fucking want from a noise tape. If you're not sold by now, this probably isn't for you. Peak.
Faded, industrial excavation from sorely missed NYC noise duo KP. Torched doomscapes not a million parsecs from MB, Work/Death or early Prurient - one fer the basement dwellers.
It's been almost a decade since we last heard from New York City's KP, but it's hardly surprising that the apocalyptic drone-noizz duo have returned just in time for the end of the world. "The Grim Chainsaw Reaper" is a double slice of fuzzy white noise, fragmented vocals, piercing feedback and the kind of heaving environmental recordings that make you convinced the Blair Witch's listless gen z offspring is gonna emerge from under yer bed, staring at you with hollow, dead eyes while it Tik Tok's your reaction.
Fans of the mid 00s Hospital Productions run should be elated to hear this - at times it sounds like funneling one of Maurizio Bianchi's '80s tapes through a drainpipe connected to the toxic graveyard in "Return of the Living Dead II". To be honest, that's exactly what we fucking want from a noise tape. If you're not sold by now, this probably isn't for you. Peak.