Dreams Like Ferns Decay Into Brutal Nothing

Holy fucking shit.

Fern by Seattle's Dreamdecay is my favourite album right now, and it needs to be yours too. This is one inexorably torturous journey for someone slowly and not very subtly spontaneously combusting - and it is pure joy. This is what the Cenobites mean in Hellraiser, not that fucking box and the barb wire and the flaying of flesh!! Dreamdecay has tapped into that early Swans era that is utterly, unforgivably nihilistic, endeavouring to rend all matter asunder. This kind of brutality is not done often enough. Industrial drone doom Jesuscore? Don't quote me on it - but what with The Men and Pop. 1280 also living amongst us, this could be the Second Coming...

Justin of Dreamdecay wants you to embrace his hell! Grab Fern here.

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Population 1280 - And The Horror Continues

Holy shit. I love - LOVE - Pop. 1280's The Grid EP from last year. It is one surly, dirty, desperate piece of work. Which means that I should have been prepared for their LP, The Horror.

I so wasn't prepared.

Sacred Bones have helped these reprobates recreate Sadako's tape for the aural generation. Seriously, if you haven't gone insane or spontaneously combusted within 7 days of hearing this album, you are deaf and dumb (as in stupid). This LP rivals the excellence of labelmates The Men's brill album of last year, Leave Home, and although they too have a new release cooking for 2012, The Horror is gonna be hard to beat. When you can be labelled by punters as "Cop Shoot Cop eating Sonic Youth's afterbirth"*, you have hit the motherlode - and sprayed it in everyone's face.


GET. IT. NOW.
Pop. 1280 - Bodies In The Dunes