Black Sand Desert - Choking on Grave Soil CD
THE END IS HERE
Cinder block snakes pummeling through intricately woven nests, kneading maliciously at the middle, trying relentlessly & desperately to break through. A silver haired piper tries calling his snakes back home, stretches his vocal chords deep & wide but only whispers trickle out. They move too fast for him to catch. He closes his eyes tightly and follows them out & away, admiring their persistence & brilliant navigation with an envious heart. Their scales push outward and gash the softness open leaving shards and soggy ash in a twisting tail behind them. You can hear meat tearing in waves of coarse & uneven static, swelling & expanding as if they carve a new base, a fresh home. They bury their coiled bodies deep inside, knotting tails & heads into electric branches, you can hear the branches spitting up electricity and the way their fire crackles first and thunders immediately after. He circles the landscape like a madman trying to find the slithering escape artists that have left him behind. Their buzzing rattles growing larger & larger serve as his compass & guide. He picks up and fondles the skin they shed & tease him with. He can hear them digging, getting further & further inside, spilling wildfire in the folds & flesh. The end is here and the sounds they make reflect it, a blister covered whistling tone thins itself into nothing & disappears. They are lost and so is he...
Black Sand Desert is the bleak harsh noise sideproject from Greh (Chondritic Sound) Holger.
"This is sinus-cleaning stuff, blinding walls of sonic filth the way good noise should be." - Dead Angel