(ER073) Bastard Child – Failure To Thrive

Today at Effluvia is something special, something painful, something infinite, something lost, something that wants you to be lost with it. Shaun, the man behind the wonderful SP Net, has had this work “Failure To Thrive” released before under his usual nom de plume, the amazing stylings of “Flat Affect”. The noise and atmospheres of this project are, to say the least, overwhelming to the ear in the best possible way, sending you to the bleakest environments made unbearably complex by racing thoughts, yet often with that pinch of lemon, that explosiveness of genuine artistic expression, a triumph everytime, and this is no different as far as talent goes, yet it holds a different backstory. Here are his words: “At that point I was not making new “bastard child”–Bastard Child was me and friends making noise on drugs years before. we played together often, but only recorded one time, making many samples. Since then many friends are gone, in jail, or dead. I have decided to keep making Bastard Child always using those same samples.” As a result of this reworking of old collected samples of noisey brilliance, the piece created is a dense and kaleidescope wall of dynamic, psychedelic, vehement noise drone feedback whaling misanthropic ruin. Tendrils so large as to appear as tundras, growing into your flesh and tangling with your veins. Your eyes rub against the blue sky ahead, and the ensuing pressure of their impact brings all those colors that you long for upon closing your gaze. Waves of sound. When one recedes, it is a harsh omen of welcoming another, just as our distractions pull us away from the immense pain and rip us back into focus of the coulee incinerating you. After this piece finally ebbs away completely, and you are free of the fierce ocean, a remix by the lovely YB comes and gives it a new dimension. A Texture much more pain thresholding and abrupt. It’ll have you contorting in fear. He takes this dense neverending drone from hell and slices it up into little pieces, so the change in sound just tears you apart in its painful rupturing. something is less scary when it is spoiled, so I will let it do its job of the macabre itself. Enjoy this terror of the ticking clock. The album cover is a picture of Shaun’s ex girlfriend by the by. Just felt I ought to throw that one out there.