BOTCHED FACELIFT “s/t”c30 (Obfuscated Records , 2015)
BOTCHED FACELIFT may be some of the most demented, damaged, abrasive, and guttural noise / power electronics that has come into the DECAYCAST review bin in quite some time. Botched Facelift is the solo brain child of may area multi instrumentalist Dario Puga who can be seen playing anything from a sitar, to piles of home-brewed electronic synths and oscillators, contact microphones, synthesizers, and everything in between. Puga is a longtime player in the game and projects have always been top notch, yet remained in the esoteric circles of dedicated lifers, this new release sounds and looks beautiful, as all of the releases from Adrian Dimond’s Obfuscated Records do!
BOTCHED FACELIFT crafts harsh, industrial noise, blending layers of warm, screeching synths, distorted screamed vocals, and homemade noise devices into cut up layers of destructive systems of harsh noise, bloated, pounding, industrialized rhythms; buzzing oscillators, robotic like abrasion, spastic, jittery styled cut up pillars of hell,. The first side is a tour de force of a complex, dense, dank landscape, articulated with peaks and troughs of analog fuzzing insanity, This tape just kept bleeding out of the sound system, banging my head against the speaker with its vile, magnetic hands, a caucaphanous, nauseating, distorted, jarring experience of movement and sound, all the while losing orientation and caught in a loop of confusion and fear, my favorite place!.
This cassette work is a dizzying, wild, dark, rollercoaster ride though a hailstorm of analog machine, pulsing, pushing, marching in circles avoiding their own aural deaths whilst occasionally and impactfully colliding with and amplifying all of the subtle layers of evil and confusion constructed within the soundscapes articulated by Botched Facelift. There’s melody, there’s rhythms, occasional beats even, but the listener is never placed in a familiar zone for too long as the sonic landscape is forever in earthquake brain mod status and Puga never lingers in any one aspect of the structure nor the instrumentation for very long, as we rip, curl, and dredge through the swampy trenches of aural discomfort and negativity. The standout track “Eye of the Jackyl” is dark, brooding, fast paced tour through a sonic hell of despair, anger, and even articulation. Lyrics are somewhat unintelligible but I won’t attempt transcription here, but let the listener construct their own thoughts! BOTCHED FACELIFT offers u a stellar thirty minute presentation of some of the darker and more insane sounding noise/industrial we’ve heard in a minute, 10/10 would torture myself again!