You know that bit in [I]Hellraiser[/I] where the wimpoid fiddles with the antique [B]Rubik's Cube[/B] and suddenly finds himself in dimension triple-X being flayed alive by [B]Pinhead[/B]? ...
You know that bit in [I]Hellraiser[/I] where the wimpoid fiddles with the antique Rubik’s Cube and suddenly finds himself in dimension triple-X being flayed alive by Pinhead? Well that’s where Neurosis come from and, gosh, it’s a really [I]horrid [/I]place.
Subscribing to the [a]Radiohead[/a]-esque notion that acute suffering not only leads to redemption but also makes top entertainment, Neurosis combine elephantine basslines and mad barking vocals with incongruously beautiful melodies. Imagine being titless on Ecstasy while being buggered with a razor-studded power tool as Satan nails your genitals to the kitchen table. And it’s got bagpipes on it. Bit of an acquired taste, really.
This Steve Albini-produced slab of exquisite pain (their seventh album) is designed to be played simultaneously with ‘Grace’, a rather more, er, [I]ambient [/I]companion album created by the Neurosis sister-project, Tribes Of Neurot. So you need two CD players, a sack of paracetamol and nerves of steel, ‘cos what’s the betting that this so-called ‘sonic experiment’ will result in you spending eternity in an HP Lovecraftian torture dungeon where psychotic serial-killers play your screaming nerve-endings like a banjo? Yes, it’s our old friend the – “Whip me,” said the masochist, “No,” said the sadist – pervert paradox.
If these morbid buggers wanted to experience [I]real [/I]pain then they’d paint their bedrooms pink, fill them full of cuddly toys and play Steps until they sicked up their backbones. [I]The horror, the horror… [/I]