Cassette Review // Supertoque "Lemtat Unit" (Public Eyesore Records)
This cassette begins with some harsh sounds, which can sound like a balloon about to pop but also just that rubbing and scraping which feels painful. Into some quieter strings now and this feels minimal but also like we're in space. A slow moan comes from behind it all, like a monster lurking. There is a strong sound now, as if we are searching for radiation, but then there is also that crackle which could be any number of things. Tones slowly drone in now as well.
Sounds like electronic shocks come through now, as if we're being struck by lightning and then there is this rumbling in the background. The electricity coming through here is strong and it feels violent. It can feel as if we are turning that dial of radio static now. Slower now, the sounds come through more isolated, more fragmented. We go into this quieter whirr now, which is just slowly building. A static force pushes through and I hear a jangle like a guitar.
A repeating echoing, like sonar, comes through as that balloon feeling continues. The two sounds trade off, perhaps trying to communicate with one another. A lower echo now, just rippling through. Bass-like notes come out now. Some beeping behind this now as well. Crunchy. Then into that rolling and expansion of glass. There is that sound of a ball bouncing and rattling around, which reminds me of pinball. All goes quiet and then returns with a buzz like a fly. High pitched notes join in. Church bells also chime in.
It all comes down into a bang, like a storm, but then those glitching electronics return for one last stand as well, seemingly wiping out everything in their path as the first side comes to an end.
A light ringing into a guitar makes me think of a telephone with some scraping going on behind it. The ringing continues with some sliding and this just feels like the two sounds are working together now on the second side. It's that single, solid note coming through with all of the chaos surrounding it. Into darker hallways now, footsteps echo. There is a moaning, as if we are going deep into a pit of despair. Tone hues come through and we can just as easily feel like we're riding a wave.
Quieter now, a low rumbling begins. Sounds enter now, almost robotic, to fill the void. A scraping. This has all become quite minimal. A glowing hue now can begin to make this feel alien. Start and stop mechanics now allow that alien hue to persist until we get this squeaky sound, which could be cleaning, like wiping a glass window, or just the turning of a wheel.
Isolated tones strike down now, one by one, and they can even resemble strings being plucked to the point that they break. An ambient whirr comes in as well. This can become hypnotic in its own way, but then those notes being struck will break your gaze. As it feels like we are striking something down, in comes the ruffling of papers. This all becomes very intense and then grows louder as well. It softly goes down then slowly builds back up right before the end.
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