|... debuting in 2002 with the espen mycotoxin split with detente in the world of destructable characters, the shadowy hsdom here drops his first release since 2007’s synb collaboration, consisting of four pieces so disparate i’m finding it hard to excise a representational segment (in the end i chose the a-side’s closing vectors of slowly pulsing analogue drone into zick-zack-ian wooze ... over, say, the opening dark industrial voice over ... or the chiming berlin-school triplicate of “machine” ... or even the closing pan(a)sonic style voltage-pulse into errant bbd squeak of the closer ; all amazing) ...|
→ Mimaroglu Music Sales, 2011
The last we heard from mysterious post industrial deadtech alchemist HSDOM was on a split cd-r from way back in 2009, which he shared with likeminded noisemaker SYNB aka Mat Brinkman of Load Records infamy, but on that split, with each artist reworking the sounds of the other, it was difficult to tell whose sounds were who, and to be honest at the time, it didn't matter, as both batches of reworked sound were incredible. So this limited cassette is actually our first true glimpse of what this Brooklyn by way of Berlin soundscaper is capable of, and much like that out of print split, it's a creepy, industrial, soundworld, of disembodied reverbed voices, churning, chugging, whirling rhythms, twisted swirling fractured effects, loads of hiss and static, rumble and crunch, the sounds swooping from speaker to speaker, slipping from rhythmic pulse to white noise blast, a barrage of looped lysergic mesmer, the garbled voices transformed into rhythms of their own, while the various electronics offer up their own confusional counter rhythms, blurred sea of blackened squiggles, hazy ambient sound turned into minimal thrumscapes, bleary streaks of gristly shimmer, peppered with common every day sonic detritus, all transformed via old microphones, mouldering magnetic tape, and damaged effects into some sort of crumbling futuristic transmission, sent from the cold grey past.
The second site starts out with some pulsing cold wave synths, slightly off, occasionally seeming to falter, or stumble, a haunting hypnotic malfunctioning machine groove, still underpinned with strange whispered voices, bits of distorted electronics, the synth tones gradually changing tone and timbre, clipped and brittle one second, warm and fluid the next, everything gauzy and hazy and washed out, the vibe growing more tense and claustrophobic, a minimal cinematic loopscape that evokes dread and darkness, gradually fading out to something much more shadowy and abstract, a looped bit of synthy soundtracky murk, that locks into a motorik groove, while all around, more strange voices, brittle sine wave tones, creaking glitched out electronics, mysterious low end croaks, all seems to float and shimmer like some dying sonic particle field. Haunting, otherworldly, dreamily disturbing, quite abjectly fantastic. And of course, SUPER LIMITED!! Very likely the last copies we'll be able to get. Beautifully packaged in deluxe letterpressed, hand stamped J-cards, pro duplicated...
→ Aquarius, 2011