P.S. In general, I hate music reviews with a passion. Especially in larger media publications. Nothing but douchebags jerking it to their limited knowledge of the subject material and a half-assed attempt at including SAT vocabulary words into paragraphs of bullshit. Anyway, this review is pretty cool and even describes the music pretty well!
Surrender to the night, with Clay Ruby at the controls. The persistent mourning ghosts of Górecki and Tavener draped in the blood of martyrs and channeled through a menacing ouija of what-the-fuck electronics that sounds no different than steel pails of extracted molars rubbed indifferently with a contact mic. A weird and jarring sort of “death ambient,” Ruby juxtaposes lulling and lachrymose passages with swathes of oil black noise. Downright orchestral at times, until Ruby dons the jester’s hat and spunks all about the instacomp with a whole lotta white noise mangravy. Horrible and better for it, Initiations is a befittingly cruel form of hazing for those raised on a legion of Michigan “noize” apers. Thank you sir, may I have another.Credit here goes to Stewart Voegtlin of TheLeftHandPath.com.


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