Long shrouded in the dust of industrial pop, there was always a chance that Lust For Youth would clean it all up. On "Breaking Silence," Hannes Norrvide not only appears freshly scrubbed, but takes an airier route that trades the aggression and confusion for something a little closer to a distinct sonic heaven.
On "Strange Harvest," Tempers practices static disco that sounds like an icy, industrial tsunami crashing in slow motion. It's creepy and slow yet still danceable, especially if everyone on the floor is dressed in head-to-toe black. And that's the way it should be.
Lust For Youth, the moniker of Swedish producer Hannes Norrvide, has industrial neuroses totally down. That's the case on his new single "Chasing The Light," at least. The track is a grimy dance-pop affair – maybe the poppiest track from this project so far. Hear more February 19 via Sacred Bones.
One week into a new year and I'm still all-analog-everything, so what a delight to find "Fall Back" – a new autobahn-ready industrial shredder from DFA signees Factory Floor. Out January 15, this one finds the London trio sounding like they just took a leaf blower to ten pounds of cocaine inside a video game factory.
Recently, we had Trent Reznor remixing Telepathe in order to relaunch the Federal Prism imprint run by TV On The Radio's Dave Sitek. Here, the producer returns the favor, tweaking Reznor's new How To Destroy Angels track "Keep It Together" into a multi-faceted monster that encompasses dreamy texture, abrasive chaos and genuine riff shredding that transitions into glossy electronics.
Marilyn Manson, light of my night, purveyor of my fears, has freshly pressed “Slo-Mo-Tion” (with the aid of Parisian electro-production team Dirtyphonics) into a brutal dance-rock tease for new LP Born Villain. And the result is a dubstep fight to the death, bloodied with furious licks, gravely shouts, mechanical meltdowns and some of the filthiest drops and screeches known to man. Enjoy this world premiere and then crack a skull, burn a house, swing a length of chain into a crowd before buying the rest of this goth-minded stompfest through Cooking Vinyl.
Remember when your cousin said Marilyn Manson was Paul from The Wonder Years and he’d been locked under the stairs of a cathedral, feeding on the blood of rats this many years ‘til he had strength enough to slip out and get a record deal, only to seep the sonic equivalent of industrial sewage into your speakers, to worm his way deep into your sopping, puss-filled synapses? Your cousin didn’t tell you that? Just me? Oh. In any event, it’s only partially true (turns out he really fed on the blood of anemic orphans). Now, let’s all take a listen to his new earbleed “No Reflection,” lovingly mixed by Deathface into screamy, electro oblivion. Perfect for your next slaughterhouse party, it’s here to promo MM’s newest, Born Villain, the profits of which go to sea conservation and supporting our troops. Just kidding. A portion of the profits go to the devil.
We really dig Hussle Club. And it’s not just because band leader Prince Terrence is the last living rock star; a vision in leather and studs, often seen smiling and skulking these very streets fueled only by a fog machine and a cavalcade of lost boys and girls. It’s also that the former Major Lazer and Santigold drummer is very, very good at making industrial darkwave. To wit: his newest EP is studded with steely FX, nimble beats and graveyard vocals, all of which have been manufactured by the Prince himself. And each and every song is ready to soundtrack a bedroom redux of The Crow. Go ahead and gank a free copy of the release titled (what else?) Children of The Underground, right here.
Here’s a fun game we just invented because we’re mean and weird: next time your roomie’s nursing a major hangover, why not escalate it into a true brain-melter by sneaking into his room, sitting at the foot of his bed, wearing a paper bag over your head and queueing up a little Deathface? “Fountain Of Youth,” specifically, since it (contrary to its title) will instantly dessicate all living things in a ten-mile radius into a corpse or husk. We think something about all the screaming and industrial distort and dentist drills and insane clown mouth bleeding monster noise will really do the trick. And by ‘trick’ we mean your roomie pressing charges. We say: it’ll be worth it. More brutality for sale next week, when the From Beneath EP drops on Trouble & Bass.
War! Violence! Murdering a brother! All these themes come up in the foggy, industrial haze of "Brodermordet" – a preview of a new duo called War that includes Iceage frontman Elias Bender Rønnenfelt and Loke Rahbek from Sexdrome. It's like hearing a rave-turned-riot from down the street. The only question is whether to run into the chaos or run away.