NORNAHETTA are unique among their no-less-distinguished contemporaries for their challenging, largely-improvised aesthetic. Hand in hand with such an aesthetic is a strive for the outer reaches of the subconscious through psychedelic means, and that’s exactly what the aptly-fucking-titled Synesthetic Parcidolia accomplishes. Unremittingly ugly, restlessly roiling, and yet somehow imbued with preternatural nuance, the 19 minutes comprising Synthestic Parcidolia cave in the solar plexus and then swirl about the psyche with the restless savagery of the harshest fever dream. This is the purest distillation of NORNAHETTA to date: “No Rehearsal / No Writing / Only Death”…