(mar)Hamburger Lady: seconds anyone?

You struggle to focus your gaze, thickly drawing in the feculent perfume of tobacco and sweat. Warmly alien beeps and drones, filtered through strange analog devices drive you through the haze, your body convulsing involuntarily to the eldritch beat. Agonized bodies urgently press against you, and just as quickly are sucked back into the maelstrom. You know not what has brought you here, only that you must never stop moving as the night vanishes around you, a fevered phantasmagoria. In the end, there is only darkness, and the pervasive feeling of having been irreversibly violated . . .

That's right, guys! Throbbing Gristle's first album in 25 long years, entitled Part Two: The Endless Not has hit the shelves as of April 1st! (Sorry for not posting about it sooner, but I had to give it a good listen first) The late seventies pioneers of Industrial music and notoriously shocking performance art troupe have gathered once more to unleash their anguished sounds upon an unsuspecting public.
This album returns with their signature sound, the first track, Vow of Silence, being a fascinating collage of shouts, clanging, gear-grinding and otherworldly chanting. Another noteworthy track is the beautifully seductive Rabbit Snare, featuring sultry jazz piano accompanied by Cosey Tutti's improvisational trumpet playing set to the beat of industrial percussive Drones. The wonderful Genesis P. Orridge lends her unusual vocal talents. While not necessarily for the casual listener, it's great to see the old masters doing it like they do. Thanks guys!

And for good measure a quick (and more listenable) throwback track: Throbbing Gristle - Hot on the Heels of Love

- Marcelo