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| | | ultra eczema (belgium) #ue 58 lp dylan nyoukis / dennis tyfus “the throat is pregnant b/w zangstondes” long playing record - dylan nyoukis - the throat is pregnant (21:07)
- dennis tyfus - zangstondes (15:55)
| september 2008 release ; two sides (one each, respectively) of moldy throat-spew (read: sound-poetry) from dylan prick decay nyoukis & dennis tyfus ...
nyoukis side brings his henri-chopin-worship to a new level (whereas henris mic was often nestled in his jaw ; dylans sounds as if its working its way through his liver) ; even baby nyoukis gets in on the action (for an extra level of straight creepiness) ...
dennis, on the other hand, is dialing in straight from left-of-venus ; sick glottal noises & distant yalpings give way to a nice tape-speed/pause-button section before getting into some deep overdubbed drone-singing, ending with an almost documentary-style section of cantoral singing in a nice big space (a church ? a mausoleum ? you decide) ...
as always ; impeccable layout / design spec ; transmitting in the analog (using the brain-stem / xerox method) directly from dennis cogs to the cover ... highly recommended !!! |
| | ultra eczema press release... |
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ultra eczema 58
dylan nyoukis the throat is pregnant /// dennis tyfus zangstondes
split lp
this record is all about flipping the coin. flipping the coin of persistence and patience. a heavy endurance test pill to swallow and right on time for chilly winter nights. dylan nyoukis is back on his grind. and a toothcrushing experience it is. going back to the old school vocal perversion the chocolate monk president is known for. i met the bearded one at the beach in brighton for the first time, where dylan was sipping dirtcheap beer and gargling bits of slayer lyrics while pointing directions to his crib. a retarded brew of high and low pitched vocal scruff, muffled sonic slime and lungs full of asbestos dust from sitting in a cave of obscurity for the past twenty years. he will sing for wine or ass candy and likes visuals that piss on the hi-brow. total no-fi cassette trouble and underage kids chewing on dusted tapeloops, basically more science fiction that the inflatable puppets in munchies. then the needle stops moving and we hike to belgium.
tyfus drools in the microphone and let's his bodily juices make contact with translation delays, empty kleenex boxes and the power that controls the earth's core. constant knob tweaking, contact mic'd cheese balls, endless layers of mutilated throat sounds jump across the circuitboard like mechanical ants. there's a lot of weird information to absord here. besides the vicious ragtime gobot action, there's a gentle more furry choir medidation zone that will trance your brain muscles over the rainbow. highly influenced by aborignal ways of life and the medidative nature of throat singing, homo sapiens tyfus spit out a true projection of his tormented soul. apparently there's a difference between music and sounds ?
packaged in a classic fold-out silkscreen jacket in a limited edition of only 250 copies. go hard is all they know... (text by carloo steegen) |
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