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Brain Tourniquet: An Expression In Pain 12"
Rage fueled powerviolence/harDCore from the âCity of Magnificent Distancesâ. Since their 2018 inception, Brain Tourniquet has payed homage to the classic West Coast Power Violence legends like Man Is The Bastard, Crossed Out and Neanderthal while maintaining their own identity and consistently twisting the conventions of the genre to make something new and urgent and fucking skull crushing. ââŠAn Expression In Painâ takes that forward trajectory 10 steps further and absolutely decimates expectations. This band is truly a light in the darkness.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
Rage fueled powerviolence/harDCore from the âCity of Magnificent Distancesâ. Since their 2018 inception, Brain Tourniquet has payed homage to the classic West Coast Power Violence legends like Man Is The Bastard, Crossed Out and Neanderthal while maintaining their own identity and consistently twisting the conventions of the genre to make something new and urgent and fucking skull crushing. ââŠAn Expression In Painâ takes that forward trajectory 10 steps further and absolutely decimates expectations. This band is truly a light in the darkness.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
$3,000.00
Brain Tourniquet: An Expression In Pain 12"â
$3,000.00
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Rage fueled powerviolence/harDCore from the âCity of Magnificent Distancesâ. Since their 2018 inception, Brain Tourniquet has payed homage to the classic West Coast Power Violence legends like Man Is The Bastard, Crossed Out and Neanderthal while maintaining their own identity and consistently twisting the conventions of the genre to make something new and urgent and fucking skull crushing. ââŠAn Expression In Painâ takes that forward trajectory 10 steps further and absolutely decimates expectations. This band is truly a light in the darkness.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
Our take: While I donât listen to too much contemporary power violence, I was a big fan of Brain Tourniquetâs first two EPs. Their debut 12â, though, is something else, a record so distinctive and powerful that it transcends that microgenre. An Expression of Pain has a gritty recording that might remind you of the OG power violence classics and the songs feature blastbeats and sludgy slow parts, but everything about the way Brain Tourniquet deploys those elements is inventive and electric. Thatâs true from the recordâs first seconds, when the leadoff track, âLittle Children Working,â sounds like hell opening up and demons escaping, reminding me of early Swans with its relentless industrial rhythm. Much of An Expression of Pain recalls Black Flag when they were at their slowest and most musically adventurous, bending Sabbathâs lumbering rhythms against the fulcrum of free jazzâs deliberate evaporation of tonality. It is music that will make your skin crawl. Even when Brain Tourniquet indulges in power violenceâs familiar tempo dynamics, they subvert convention, and there isnât a moment on this record that feels cliche. Thatâs certainly true on the expansive, album-closing title track, whose 11 minutes feel like an aimless, sun-blistered stumble through the desert⊠it may leave you wondering whether you hallucinated that bass solo or it really happened. A real masterpiece, and exactly the forward-thinking yet brutal hardcore we want from Iron Lung Records.
