Bastard Noise
The Analysis of Self Destruction
[Alien 8]
Rating: 8.3
You have to listen to certain kinds of music by yourself. Bastard Noise is a good example.
A California group that includes members of the punk/metal band Man is the Bastard and the
more experimental Amps for Christ, they make sound ("music" isn't really accurate) that lends
itself to dark introspection and solitary headspace thrills. But there'll be no socializing
with Bastard Noise on the hi-fi, and no dancing either.
The project's name is the first harbinger of the style. Song titles like "Death Wish for the
Dying," "Brotherhood-- Execution Style," and "A Head in the Refrigerator of Apartment 213"
provide further clues. Bastard Noise emphasizes the dissonance that others put in the
background. "Equinox '98" consists mostly of an extended tone that sounds like the pulsing
air raid siren drone that weaves through My Bloody Valentine's "To Here Knows When." Or, if
you took Godspeed's F#A# Infinity and removed everything but the tape manipulation
and added loads of distortion, the resultant dark ambience would approximate The Analysis
of Self-Destruction. It's a schizoid symphony of cheap technology gone wrong, with
step-down transformer drones, bubbling oscillators, churning power drills, and some dusted
fool banging on a Weber grill somewhere in the distance. It's not for everybody.
The Analysis of Self-Destruction is what it sounded like inside Ted Kaczinski's head
when he sat down at his desk to "catch up on paperwork." And I'm man enough to admit that it
frightens me. But then, noise music is all about fear. The same neurons that are excited by
watching "Silence of the Lambs" fire like crazy when you listen to machine music that sounds
like people screaming. And when the record is over, you can look out at the sunlight and smile,
secure in the fact that you don't hear this kind of thing in your head all the time. It's the
catharsis of "Seven" without two hours of Brad Pitt. And it's a journey one must take alone.
-Mark Richard-San