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CD Review
24 Hour Flu 24 Hour Flu
By Marcus Pan
Made up of Matt Ogden, Andy
Perkins, Kevin Poole and Joe Thompson, soundscape experimentalists 24 Hour Flu
seek to explore varying melodies and textures within their self-titled debut.
The overall feel is one of strangeness, shifting visions and its
downright weird, permeating their music with sickening twists of synths,
percussion and samples.
From the slowly building opening strains of Hole
Receiver, 24 Hour Flu make it clear that this is going to be a sickly
journey into a disease ridden landscape. Doing everything they can to create a
feeling of unease, the group manages to capture a strange atmosphere within
their music. The reverberating guitar (I think?) that joins seeks only to
unnerve you as it forces its way to the top of the musical ensemble, blistering
the loping attempts of movement into a static drawl.
The danger of their work is how it can easily get lost in
the world of noise even Hole Receiver building into a crescendo
of crap as it nears its end. The sickly screaming adds more to this turdish
flavor, losing its way from avante garde and stumbling blindly into utter
bunk.
Reaper brings us into a nice autumn sunlight, while
the lightly touched guitars are imbued with a sense of sadness and growing
static builds a sense of dread that grows as Reaper flows. Rhythm
changes completely rearrange the song until it sounds like it should be a new
track a little disconcerting, but the flavor of strumming guitars and
meadows permeated with pollution remains. It dies a horrible death, but then
tries to regenerate into a bleeding mass of off-kilter notes and subtle
bleating tones.
Most noticeable of Skeleton, which follows, is the
overbearing, boorish and unenjoyable yelling. It also tries to morph itself
into different songs, but the screamer makes it return. The disembodied cut-up
samples of Monotonous make for a weird piece of music, and the others
that trail to the end of the album just attempt to become ever more
sickening.
The end result of 24 Hour Flu is it flirts too much
with chaos itself, becoming more a garbage ridden ensemble from what started as
interesting twists of surreal diseased melodies. This becomes a full blown
cancer of near-unlistenable noise. Its not an album Id find myself
playing more than the few times it took to write this review, even if some of
the tracks explore interesting territory at times.
Contact Information: Sona Records
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