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Review: 'To Live and Shave in LA'
'The Grief That Shrieked to Multiply'   

-  Album: 'The Grief That Shrieked to Multiply' -  Label: 'MonotypeRec'
-  Genre: 'Industrial' -  Catalogue No: 'mono056'

Our Rating:
Despite containing 20 tracks – at least according to the track listing in the sleeve – disc 1 is mastered as a single track with a duration of 1 hour 18 minutes (and 43 seconds, which make all the difference in adding to the brain-curdling torture of this insane project). It begins RM74’s ‘Bones, Beers & Muscles’ – or, more specifically, a long slow fade-in to a mess of distortion… rhythmically looped cries of pain. Distorted shouting… explosions of treble and protracted sonic detonations interspersed with lengthy periods of rumbling dark ambience. A wild garage guitar solo plays amidst a squall of digital feedback three blocks away.

Discs two and three have similar durations and are again mastered as single tracks with the individual pieces mixed and segued to create single slabs of sound. Abrasive, aggressive, unsettling sound. Jolting, jarring, shivering sound. Dissonant flurries of sound, tangles of sound that vibrate and resonate and dissipate, that quiver and crawl, squeak and squall. In total, ‘The Grief’ constitutes a colossal 3 hours of aural carnage culled from various corners of the extensive catalogue of releases TLASILA produced during their years of activity, and features a roll-call of musicians – and remixers – that occupies most of the 3-way gatefold sleeve.

There’s a fourth disc’s worth of material – a full 80 minutes – that can be downloaded, too. One for the hardcore fans / masochists, perhaps.

To Live and Shave in LA Online
  author: Christopher Nosnibor

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To Live and Shave in LA - The Grief That Shrieked to Multiply