It’s been three rough years since Mirrors for Psychic Warfare sprang into existence with their startling self-titled debut, but don’t think for a second that the time was spent idle, this unit (comprised of Neurosis’ Scott Kelly and Producer Sanford Parker) constructed an even more unnerving and destructive record with “I See What I Became,” I know, hard to believe. Over the course of these eight bile-rich pieces a sonic abattoir is erected, exploited, and razed. Turbulence rises and churns giving way to rhythmic machinations, lights flicker, a grand mal/guignol seizure besets a frog-headed snitch, blood collects in a stainless steel gutter. Claustrophobic sudor that evokes all you held dear from Skinny Puppy, Foetus, Godflesh, bath tub tina, and wondering where the fuck you will sleep, provided you ever do. There’s nothing fun here, nothing but the cold of an autopsy followed by the heat of a crematorium. A sliver of galvanized bone flies from a circular saw into the toothless maw of a streetwalking Kali Yuga. Good or bad, I’m not sure what we did to deserve this.
Belgian experimental sludge band GURA have been around since 2004. With only bass and drums laying out the blueprint of their music, they had a surprisingly rich musical vocabulary, adding mathematical and abstract (poly)rhythms to the mix. In 2014 GURA teams up with Ludo, a long-time Zorn-esque free jazz saxophone blower and vocalist, who immediately tuned in to the nobarriers vortex of controlled noise and structured chaos, opening the gates to aural multiverses of yet unknown power and frantic brink-ofmadness cacophony. With the duo expanded to a trio, they shaped their new album ‘Caligura’ showing the world the two sides of GURA: the first part of the album is a hectic soup of underground sound, an amalgamation of precise mathematical computing and spontaneous emotional melodies, supercharged with negative energy and an alldestroying rage towards the whole of creation. The second part brings a nearly unending chain of misanthropic doom riffs, a sullen mindscape that predicts nothing but the sense of barren isolation.