Skullp
Hard Red Pupae Dipped in Shimmery
© 2006 Horn Cloud Records (634479592249)
The soundtrack of smashed structures, the party music to the ultimate murdering of any future reason to party at all.
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Skullp “Hard Red Pupae Dipped In Shimmery” 2006
Insert the disc.
Become more relaxed as the effect begins to feel itself.
The limits of musical perception become more fluid, sustained rhythmic fireplace quietly extinguishing, sucked into a vacuum of tic-tacs and tam-tums. All of a sudden, instant control and long-effect domination, again the voices and once more the power echoes of a recent electronic past; insist, resist. By now there are already indelible marks all around your head, confused sights of what was once a distraction and is now the only way to understand all that floats without pointing to a unique spot.
Skullp music incarnates dusty roads and entrances, deep ins and deep outs, in a sick repetition of ecstasies. Tight passages from where aquatic circular electronics scream, feeling pain, aching and scratching inside the brain. Skullp is about stoned highways leading to nowhere and insect howls in unsung tongues.
It combines saturated kraut electronics, atmospheric floating rock feeling, tight in spacial disorientation, with percussive noises pointing impossibilities to an amalgam of blind listeners.
Hand painted with the colours of a continuous terminal underwater fever, picking up the pieces of your half-liquefied brain with the heads down, no hope left to breathe.
It is the soundtrack of smashed structures, the party music to the ultimate murdering of any future reason to party at all.-Manuel Pereira-Bad Acid Magazine-
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...– just a couple of fairground-distorted smudges of Messrs Lumberblood and Cumberblood bathed in the colours of a Victorian abattoir, images that have echoes of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre’s ‘Leatherface’ and Ed Gein...‘Hard Red Pupae Dipped in Shimmery’ suggests that somewhere off the beaten track, in their home state of Massachusetts, a neglected passageway to hell itself has been breached by shambling denizens of a sunless world. A latterday ‘House on the Borderland’ (William Hope Hodgson) springs to mind when approaching their debut full on...Beyond ugly looped seismic rumbling, tortured piglet squeal and the mother and father of all voice distortion units are their terrible stock in trade, the latter tool reducing the ‘Gibbytronix’ rig used on primo Buttholes produce to the yelp of a slightly agitated microbe. ‘Lysol Simply Disinfects’, ‘Japanese Giant (with a Bloody Chest)’ and the aptly monikered ‘Atmospheric Collapse’ effortlessly outgun the upper echelons of the “noise / pain” school (Incapacitants, Dustbreeders, Haters etc) with skiploads of soundsludge to spare...-Steve Pescott-Terrascope Online-