Only months after Thrill Jockey released their fourth full-length record, Christs, Redeemers, in the fall of 2013, the Body are back, their sonic flesh transfigured. The group's creative impulses have always strayed towards the collaborative, and every other artist or collective they have worked with has had a profound impact on their sound, from their work with the choral group Assembly of Light to their full-length collaborative record with Braveyoung, Nothing Passes.
Nothing the experimental noise metal/electronic group have assembled in the past, however, can adequately prepare listeners for the harrowing aural experience of this record. Produced by Bobby Krlic, responsible for the solo noise/drone project the Haxan Cloak, this is the Body at their most unsettling and monstrous. I Shall Die Here is an example of profound mutilation, a kind of musical vivisection that has produced a record at once vibrantly pulsing and alive, and so twisted and anguished that vital energy becomes profoundly frightening.
Chip King's signature howl becomes ragged as the cry of an infant demon (especially in "Alone All The Way"), his riffs filled out to mortuary slabs, while Lee Buford's percussion is the heartbeat of a deranged, giant cyborg. I Shall Die Here is a journey to the edge of mortality, an experiment in the musical possibilities of horror; it is troubling, altering and sublime.
(RVNG Intl.)Nothing the experimental noise metal/electronic group have assembled in the past, however, can adequately prepare listeners for the harrowing aural experience of this record. Produced by Bobby Krlic, responsible for the solo noise/drone project the Haxan Cloak, this is the Body at their most unsettling and monstrous. I Shall Die Here is an example of profound mutilation, a kind of musical vivisection that has produced a record at once vibrantly pulsing and alive, and so twisted and anguished that vital energy becomes profoundly frightening.
Chip King's signature howl becomes ragged as the cry of an infant demon (especially in "Alone All The Way"), his riffs filled out to mortuary slabs, while Lee Buford's percussion is the heartbeat of a deranged, giant cyborg. I Shall Die Here is a journey to the edge of mortality, an experiment in the musical possibilities of horror; it is troubling, altering and sublime.
