Cold as fuck slab of nullifying synth drone from GRY SMK, a piece approaching HNW-like levels of intensity in its reverence for scalding and impenetrable gulfs of pure and brutal tone. There is a stark simplicity of approach in GRY SMK's sound that I find incredibly appealing; that isn't to say the work isn't complex or layered or calculated but rather that it is a product of very singular intention, a transference of naturalistic nihilism onto the ignorantly romantic precepts of modernity. Loneliness is the key, and not the sort of baroque loneliness one encounters in the worlds of literature, poetry, or film-instead a loneliness that truly intones isolation and embraces the stinking, fetid aura of self-destruction. Your sorrow is a given, and your struggle is irrelevant. There is only the truth: an unforgiving and distant concept unfettered by human ritual and posture. Succumb to the grey and revere the meaninglessness.
Altar Of Waste is pleased to release this behemoth work, an ode to total absurdity and the harsh reality of being. There is no warm and safe place; everything bears the mark of wear and rot.
Packaged in a DVD case in a limited edition of 15 hand-numbered copies. $10 ppd. in the United States, $23 rest of world.