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2 out of 10
If you want to seriously piss off some people, be it your parents, friends or neighbours, this is the album to play. At any volume - although the louder the better (or worse), obviously. It seems to have tinnitus built-in, such that your ears shriek with relief during the all-to-brief sub-Jazz doodlings, before the sludgy grind returns with its howling, undead vocal. 'Doom' doesn't even begin to describe this album - to replicate its effects, simply have something by the Melvins or Fantomas playing on your iPod (other MP3 players are available, they're just not as cool, apparently) and climb inside a rotating cement mixer with the contents of your local mass grave.
It certainly is extreme and intense. The trouble is, it's desolate to the point of dullness. It doesn't take you anywhere - although I suppose once you're already at the lowest circle of Hell, there's not many places you can go, other than Purgatory. And that's what this album feels like - your ears are flayed into a state of utter penitence and long for a noise that doesn't sound like it comes straight from Satan's bowels. If it's a Sunday morning, the birds are singing, the sun is shining and you're listening to Merzbow, then you'll love The Sontaran Experiment. Everyone else - run like fuck. They'll eat your brains.
Listen: www.myspace.com/thesontaranexperiment
Tracklist:
1. Act I - The Dawning of the Black Summer
2. Act II - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
3. Act III - The Last Human Beings Alive
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