Showing posts with label The Leechhead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Leechhead. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Leechhead - Selftitled


Is it possibile to cut human bodies into pieces with acustic frequencies? I played the first released work of The Leechhead on my stereo-system some hours ago, loud, really loud. And then I heard a terrible scream in front of my opened window. I looked... and there she laid: my mailwoman was shredded into four friggin pieces! Or five? Let's say 4 1/2 pieces! Puke on my keyboard, a mangled postwoman. Leechhead! There will be a time, where you will be behind fuckin bars, my man. Be careful!

I'm proud. Why? This stuff was released first on Lo-fi Sci-fi Records as a limited edition cassette. Now we will present Leechy's debut online. You can find the file at our Label-section. Direct download here. 

Enjoy the harsh breathe of our mechanic universe. Zapp!

Other Leechhead noise: Static Love Party Review
Octopus Cloud: This way

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Leechhead - Static Love Party


This is again nasty input for the noisy maniacs of us. I waked up this morning, and I just started to jump towards my laptop: "Let's hear Leechhead now! Let's hear Leechhead now!"
I'm such a dumb ass. This stuff tossed me directly into a field of scratchy frequencies, and I immediate puked my coffee on the keyboard. I discovered other releases of the leeching head Jake Price (what a cool name), and they were "normal" chiptune-modifications. But now this guy decided to make music that "was not created for your pleasure". Noise-heads will like it. It's good noise.
But it is 8 a clock in the morning! Now I got puke-balls and puke-juice on my damn laptop! Leechhead!!! You will pay for that, brother!


Some parts are pretty cool, I like the way samples and other elements were mutated into guitar-like sounds. And here and there you can find interesting moments of "mushy-meditation" - that is a status I sometimes experience by hearing records like this. You are just diving into the itchy spheres and inhale the immense beauty of polarity. The beauty of noise. The title X is one of this crazy candidates! Forget my vomit. This is a masterpiece. I bet you will see holographic angel-projections in your living-room, if you hear this nice song 333 times in a row. The Leechhead suckled my consciousness into the netherworld with this one. Bravo!

Hope we will hear new chimes by Mr. Price in the near future!

Rating: 2/2 Vampire end-bosses

This record smells like: Puke at parties, lightnings on your tongue, robot scat, worm-love, blood of beasts.

Links:
http://soundcloud.com/leechhead
https://8bc.org/members/The+LEECHhead
http://ftprecords.blogspot.com