Touture&Death is a no-nonsense/ old-school example of the walled noise form, which is both equally brutal and compelling.  The release features two twenty-minute ‘walls’- the first is nicely constricting ‘n’ compressing, and the second is a rushing ‘n’ raging affair.

If you’re familiar with the walled noise scene- then I’m sure, you’ll have heard of Koobaatoo Asparagus. This San Diego-based project has been active for over a decade, and is hugely prolific with seemingly a release appearing every few weeks or so.  Touture&Death is a digital download-only release self-released by the project's No Skinny Jeans label. Cover wise we get an old illustration of a naked man tied to a torture rack, with what looks like monks looking on. The release can be found/downloaded here. 

Featured here are two dead on twenty minutes ‘walls’, and both are self-titled. The first is a wonderful tight & suffocating blend of juddering, slightly beaded low/mid-ranged tones- which are fed out into a tense weave. There is a real feeling of constant and prolonged pressure within the ‘wall’, and as it unfolds one gets this wonderful sonic illusion of the tightly beaded judders slowly feasting into each other. Within my mind's eye going to images of the amplified sounds of a mass of writhing and squirming maggots, and boring woodworms.

The second track is built around a thick ragging blend of billowing rush, skittering grain feast, and constantly rattling static haze- with a distant undercarriage of droning purr. After the constructing vibe of the first track, this feels much more seared and fuller in its attack. One feels as if you're in a constant freefall through descending streams of physical static. The ‘wall’  is full, yet there is certainly a sense of layer clarity present to an extent- yet not too much, so you once again get some sonic illusions/ not real shifts occurring in the tracks mass.

Touture&Death is another consistent/ no-nonsense example of wall craft from Koobaatoo Asparagus. The label's description of the release puts it in plain and simple terms, ’40 minutes of HNW’- there is nothing more, or nothing less than that, and it’s another entrancing trip into the form from the project.