Rough Sex Quartet — Untitled- Portrait series #8
The ‘wall’ on offer here is a swirling and painful mixture of: rolling ‘n’ rumbling textural noise roar, gritty and grainy static burns, and mid-pace semi industrial cerement mixer like churn. The track seems to be constantly gyrating, trusting and boiling away like a aged yet enraged john pounding into a half dead hooker..on and on and on. Though-out it’s full length the track doesn’t really move much out of it’s repetitive, churning and battering cycle, but it’s the way it’s all presented in such a perverse and dirty manner that makes it so entrancing and rewarding. The only down side is I felt it was all over to quickly, I felt they could have easily fed the sleazy, sludgy and soiled wall on for a least another half-a-hour, but I guess that’s the beauty of a repeat button.
This project always mangers to create a perverse and distinctly crusty take on wall-making, and this just shy of thirty minute track is no different. So if you enjoy your walled-noise.. grimy, thick and perverse this is most certainly for you.