Ïîòåðÿííàÿ Ãîðëà — Self Titled
On offer here is a nearly thirty five minutes worth of thick, rolling and bleakly droning ‘walled’ noise. The pair thunder, hammer and boar out the persistent, greyed and complete hopeless ‘wall’ at you through-out the tracks lenght with zero let-up. I guess the best way to describe the ‘wall’ is as rumbling, thick and crusty metallic like in it’s feel- imagine rolling over and over at a fair rate down the side mountain in a thick steel tank and you get some idea of what to expect here. There’s really zero movement or textural shift here -it's just thickly and hopelessly batters away at you for it’s near -on thirty five minutes run-time.
I’m not really sure what I think about this release as it’s so bleak, nihilistic and utterly hopeless through-out . I can certainly appreciate it on a purely torturous and masochistic level, but beyond that there’s nothing really moorish, trance inducing or addictive about the ‘wall’ on offer here…so it’s not something I can see my self returning to often, accept when I’m feeling very intensely self or world hating.