New review of icvspd's the all too logical descent into madness
Behind this “band” moniker hides a mutual collaboration between the US-based Powernoise artist PNEUMATIC DETACH and the Canadian spoken-word artist IT-CLINGS. Regarding the chosen title, well, take it seriously and be assured that this turns into a quite different form of Industrial music you haven’t discovered so far. There are on one side the hammering and pounding Powernoise efforts of Justin Brink, which itself are always a welcomed and appreciated listening experience, as his releases on the defunct Frozen Empire Media and Hive Records are sold-out. But for this release his efforts have to take the backseat of the cadillac, because the clear spoken-word performance of Mr. IT-CLINGS has to take the spotlight of attention here. As most of our readers also I have discovered his hypnotic voice on the last FRACTURED album “Only Human Remains” for the first time. On that album it wasn’t expectable how far and in which direction his words would tend. After checking this album multiple times with the required attention to follow the printed lyrics, I can assure that words can mutate to a weapon. Seriously, if you’re already impressed with that sort Hellectro bands wearing fake blood and offering their repetitive lyrics influenced by Gore/Splatter movies, then you should check this clear and natural hurting performance by IT-CLINGS. After the first 3 - 4 tracks I was expecting that the ongoing tracks would offer the often heard content of “how evil humanity is” or “how much this all disgusts me”. Well, lately with track 5 the lyrics turn more and more in schizophrenia describing someone with serious mental disorders. Track 6, to me one of the most remarkable pieces on here, describes drastically self-infliction (“Maybe These Wounds Won’t Heal Anymore”) and also Mr. IT-CLINGS’ words and his performance turning into a hurting experience - it sounds really that he feels with the actor - maybe he IS the actor? Also recognizable here and there is a form of sadistic vein. There’s the track “Spoons” for instance. Do you know what spoons can do? Well, let’s take a quotation out of the lyrics: “...I press you up against a hard surface, a brick wall, and then I drive the spoon hard against the tightened meat and feel it cut into you, feel it digging into the wall behind. I roll it back and forth, back and forth over your skin. I dreamt of scooping your innards into my mouth, just having them sit there in my open mouth, not swallowing this disgusting muck,...”. No stuff for the faint-hearted of the audience for sure and I guess there’s no need to dwell deeper into this. The combination of rhythmically Powernoise and spoken-word action can be surely seen as a new form of two different kinds, which on a first look won’t fit together. Quite “entertaining” to consume, purchase it and you’ll get something special.
reviewer: -[Marc Tater] jan 2008