Holy space aliens from Mars! This shit is the perfect soundtrack music for alien cowboys violating Mother Earth. For a change, Marvin the Martian stuck his peter into the Abominable Snowman. Ooh, this shit stinks. For obvious reasons.
Slow? Mostly. Ambient. Yea, that too. The chanting on the album opener sounds nothing like Gregorian Chant. Instead, it sounds like the Ewoks from Return of the Jedi just started roasting Han Solo and Luke Skywalker alive.
What is Transient, Chaos Echoes most recent release via Nuclear War Now Productions? A mish-mash of blackened tremolo riffs, doom downpicks, ambient guitar screeches and sampled noise. Don’t look for a label to put these guys under. If ritual is your thing, this might rock you like a lullaby after taking a heavy dose of Nyquil. If not, it’s a challenging first listen. Give it repeats and you hear a variety of elements that sound just like what the band’s name implies – Chaos Echoes.
They definitely play with their guitars. Some parts even sound like Pink Floyd on hallucinogens. I think the term for the guitar notes and feedback noise is “textures.” This one has it in heavy rotation throughout the album.
Really, if ritual, experimental, instrumental is your thing, you’ll go nuts for this sweet sex dream with the devil nightmare. If you like some tempo, you’ll have to wait for the last three tracks as those pick up the pace. If you can’t stand waiting, you’re better off trying to spot Pandas mating in a zoo.
The tremolo riffs sometimes sound like little gnats flying over rotting carcass. Little buzzes of the guitar are similar to shredding. The production lets you hear the miniscule guitar feedback and light pick slides like they’re buzzing close to your eardrums.
I don’t know if ‘love it or hate it’ is a suitable expression for this record. It felt like a heavy dose of bee stings on my buttcheeks at first listen, as though I’d sat on their hive butt-naked. But, if you dig this shit, certainly support the band. As far as I’m concerned, its cvlt as fuck! This is anti-commercial in every way possible, so Al Necro loves it to bits. Now sit your ass down on that beehive, bitch!