[Ed. Note: Rocks Off would like to thank Ray Cummings for abusing our eardrums with all this delicious noise these past few months. He has decided to move on to other things and we wish him well.]
, "Nails as an Enema, Pt. 2" Back in late 1994, the respective kings of
noise met in unholy collaborative congress;The Science of Dissecting Society
(Praxis Dr. Bearmann) was the outcome. Unlike a lot of noise-world team-ups - and there have been a lot of them; too many, really - Society doesn't shortchange the listener by diluting what's unique about each performer: simply, Merzbow remixes Ramirez's bolts of raw, poisoned silk, and the result sounds exactly like what one would expect, in the best possible sense. You would expect pulsating torrents of scabbed-over fury, wouldn't you? With buried screams? And it wouldn't come as a surprise that ol' Merz, like, superimposed a bunch of tracks over a bunch of different tracks, and that listening to the two halves of this LP is a lot like being whooshed and propelled through a black hole for almost 40 minutes... would it? Given how prolific these two were and continue to be, it's easy to overlook their many and sundry artifacts. Don't you dare sleep on this one.Kylie Minoise
, "!!!" FNN will admit it: there's a teensy tiny little part of us that wishes Scotland's Lea Cummings - no relation, we swear - used hisKylie Minoise
platform to draft high-voltage noisy covers of Kylie Minogue songs and nothing else. The rest of us, however, is entirely content with his commitment to corkscrewing power electronics. 2006'sPsychedelic Satanism
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(Kovorox Sound) is more EP goof than a full-length statement, a collection of tracks of varying lengths titled using exclamation marks. The release is fantastically obnoxious in its entirety, but "!!!" is the only one where it sounds as though someone has obtained an oversized pair of celestial fabric scissors, figured out how to heat them to an unimaginable temperature, and is using them to scalp the Lord Almighty. [Alternate, Christian-friendly description: sounds like hoarse horny cyborg hellhounds humping, puking, then humping again.]Got some hot Texas noise tips - or, hell, any noise tips - or local noise event listings for me? This is the last installment of this column, but I'm still writing for
Houston Press, so hit me up at email@example.com. If you run a noise-centric label and you're releasing something, drop me a line and I'll send you my mailing address.