H-Town's Austin Caustic - if that's his real name, Friday Night Noise will eat his black Kangol with pepper sauce - records as Concrete Violin. You'd be forgiven for mistaking "Distant," which appeared on theDictaphonia Volume One
compilation (Hal McGee), for the sound of somebody rummaging through receipts in a gas-station trash can or franticly stabbing through several dozen layers of tinfoil with a screwdriver or, alternately, a starving animal munching on tinfoil. The track has that itchy/scratchy, static-y quality to it, like John Wiese at his most anemic. That's not a dis, though, because there's something perversely intriguing about this crunchy rabbit-hole nosedive.
So this is kind ofCops
orAmerica's Most Wanted
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meets noise vertigo, with Fox Network voiceovers and real-victim testimonials luridly aswirl in feedback-drenched, mold-encrusted warp-loops and bracing, lubed scree blasts that slide back and forth in intensity, occasionally surplanted by murderous, overproccessed screams. Rough going, for sure, but it certainly puts hair on one's chest and caffiene in one's OJ. A word of warning: the remainder ofLet the Bombs Fall
is even more intense than this!Got some hot Texas noise tips - or, hell, any noise tips - for me? Hit FNN up with MP3s or Web site links - but not MySpace links, seriously, because we can't access those at work and at home every spare moment is spoken for - at email@example.com.