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Terminal The Culture
There is not a trace of doubt in the fact that anything that can aurally illustrate naked brutality is fruit for music (especially music that comfortably sits on this nocturnal post-apocalyptic playlist that this blog proudly is). Moreover, if you manage to create a horrifying soundscape of suspense, delusion, and trepidation while avoiding torture devices of thrash, doom, and heavy metal, it is automatically a remarkable achievement. One that the likes of Cannibal Corpse, Morbid Angel, Slayer, or Anaal Nathrakh have failed to create. And by the word “fail”, we respectfully must annotate that they somehow only lack the ghostly element that we are ravenously web crawling for. No offense to metal zombies.
And the above paragraph is a mere portal to our infatuation with cock-and-bull analog machines of Sludge Tapes and their 2014 drop Ryo Murakami’s Terminal the Culture. Epidemic Prevention and Water Purification Department of the Kwantung Army anyone?