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Sonic mayhem. Ambuscades of acidic aural assaults. Foetus mastermind Jim Thirwell is a man of many musical disguises: Clint Ruin, Scraping Foetus off the Wheel, Wiseblood, etc. Whatever shape he assumes, however, his work is consistently aggressive and experimental -- all his recordings feature Industrial tape loops and guitar rock squall coming together in dense pastiches of post-modern Musique Concrete. Anyone who thinks "I want to f*ck you like an animal" is the very zenith of songwriting for the Industrial genre is hereby advised to give a close listen to Thirwell's cryptic, culturally cross-pollinated ruminations on the socio-sexual pathologies of the Information Age. They offer a heady -- even literary -- alternative to dime a dozen Industrial acts valuing beats over ideas. |
