The seventh stroke of the pointed Zeitkratzer lash has been added by William Bennet, one of the most inspiring pioneer of the so-called power electronics and industrial music throughout his provocatory project Whitehouse, whose name for all hungry listeners who are not so learned about the origin of this sonic species was taken from one of most notorious pornographic English zine as well as from the surname of Mary Whitehouse, one of the fighting Christian activist, which gained some notoriety for her puritan campaigns since the 70ies and so an easy target for Bennett & C., whose music could be considered as a sort of stage and "speaking" corner for his anti-toadyism and anti-moralist agreeably harangues standing upon his intent to forge what he defined "the most extreme music ever made", which was going to be earsplitting and violent either in its form and in its content.
Even if there's no use of strictly electronic devices, I'm sure Mr Bennett had appreciated both the extrapolation from his rich repertoire and the "orchestral" version by Zeitkratzer's musicians directed by the pianist Reinhold Friedl who have been able to preserve the surgical harshness as well as the powerful emotional impact of the original compositions and their ability in melting them throughout the aid of zeitkratzers' deep knowledge of amplification and microphone techniques which is evident since the opening piece Munkisi Munkondi (many pieces by Bennet's are entitled with African names as his fascination for African and Haitian music and culture had been attested by his attempts of integrating some sounds form that imaginary, particularly percussions, in its brutal assemblages ), taken from Bird Seed (an album recorded in 2003) and referring to the ritual sculpturing of wooden representations of local gods or protecters obtained from the painful scratches of each villager on primordial trunk, whereas amidst the clashing orchestral magma some ascending sounds reminding the typical screeching of whizzing cars are intertwined with amplified wind instruments looking like the harrowing moos of cows condemned to slaughtering or the frightened squawking of ducks before turning into fois-de-gras.
The opening sinister shrill sound of Nzambi la Lufua of the colliding hight-pitches, which gradually descends, of a trumpet and a trombone could remind the anguishing scenario of an agonizing farmyard before the moment of absolute silence (Bennett prefers to speak about "short moments of reflection"), detaching this track from the following one, Scapegoat, a magistral drone-like piece where dilated instruments seems to be scorched by tremolo and vibrato effects. The tremendous and devastating corporeity of Bennett's music has been highlighted by the following track, Faiground Muscle Twitcher, a sort of noisy representation of the spasm of a muscle just before an unavoidable pain whose ritualistic side hides in some hidden chidplays easily suffocated by distorted and high-pitched string sounds, whose abruptive end sounds like those reassuring words a nurse normall says to a fearful child after injection. But the most ritualistic moment of this performance, live recorded in Marseille in 2009, is Bia Mintatu, whose vortical ascension of asymmetrical loops, sinister noises and paralysing glissandi refers to a particular tribal African invocation in the form of litany, intended to propitiate the destruction of any potential enemy. The obscure and noisy lameness of the frozening final track, The Avalanche, is the perfect way to finish this immersive sample of orchastrated noise. Brilliant!