Boomkat Product Review:
Killer, hour-long session of grayscale drones and beating frequencies by The Stomach, channelling arcane eldritch noise in a tradition of UK tape culture for L.I.E.S.
Hailing from a small English town, The Stomach’s raw, pulsating music effectively belongs to a rhizome of parochial noise explorers that connects Broken Flag to Astral Social Club, Colin Potter and Mordant Music.
Its 10 tracks cogitate on the mind-numbing drudgery of life in less-than-exciting places where even bus routes avoid, using a rawly masticated mix of analog electronics to convey a chronic day-to-day smudge of the senses that conversely works as relief from the same thing, drawing a sort of double negative ecstasy from agrarian tedium.
They get top marks for (nearly) naming four tracks after Scottish demigod Kenny Da(l)glish, including the primal thrum of ‘Kenny’s RockNRoll’, but our favourites are the loner mantra of ‘Rocks That Look Like Meat’ and the pebbledashed sputter of ‘Bilko’ where he really nails the feeling of slowly combusting frustration/noisy gratification.