Artist: Puce Mary
Title: The Drought
Keywords: noise, experimental, electronic, dark, horror
Things are getting weird, unreal and strangely dry in all its devastated ways. I would even claim it’s becomming monstrous scary. I’m just penning down some of the terms that came to my mind when hitting the play button on Puce Mary’s Drought. Cause whatever this is, it’s predominantly the right material to assualt you or invoke a reason for an upcoming nightmare.
Just the front cover on its own had been keeping me awake for days, the thought of this child trying to grab the coins from the fruit by mouth seems to be (in these corona times) like the ultimate dangerously unhygienic risky thing to do. Somehow I feel extremely worried about this kids health although I’m pretty sure this had all been made pre-covid days.
Mind you, I’m not your hardened horror watcher, hell, I don’t even have a television around as news and idiotic popular series like dr who are already enough to get me to scream in the middle of the night for a belated expression of fear. So, maybe you will think differently about ‘Drought’ … Maybe you will shrug your shoulders and go on about your daily activities and think nothing about it. For me, its reason to put an extra matrass on top of the one that I’m sleeping on tonight, as who knows… It might make me wet the bed when I least expect it.
Not that Puce Mary seems to have aimed this to be a horror or halloween release, but to me it certainly feels as if there is something to it that isn’t like your average case of sweetness or loveliness. There is something intense and scary about it. Which is cool as that certainly will make you feel like not going to sleep for a while, especially not if you are like me; scared to make a mess. But lets get brave and step into it a bit more as nobody cares about me being a scared weirdo. But they do seem to care about the music… Right?
And this music… Oh it’s like putting your teeth into gravel. Biting it so hard that all of your gums are downsized as useless pedestals for all that had been left of your teeth. It’s a thrilling sensation of something that lurks around, crunching away through your speakers as if it’s you who is the apple that it wants to bite. The sound of upcoming danger, the tones of something that is worrisome, it’s warm and rising like a beast leading other beasts into your perfectly sane and safe world, leaving a trail of death and decay behind them.
You can hear other listeners scream in disbelief as they get annulated by sheer fear, you can hear other reviewers scribbling down notes in fanatic styles, as if their lives are depending on it… Which for some reason I certainly think isn’t at all such a weird thought.
Puce Marcy tells us that she is drowning herself within this material too, with the feeling of decades having past as she had becoming an older woman, decay of nature, the horrors of politics, being desperate to reconnect with the world by an actual human comes across as the only thing that can save her soul from the disinterest in life around her. All of this while dramatic organ is playing the right underlying tones and noises of fear are smothering her words like a true nightmare in which even the creator wants to find some real contact to escape with.
This moment of personality by words helps a lot to explain this scary realm, it makes this feeling of drowning in another person’s angst a real one that makes this scary audio adventure one that is much more understandable, but yet does not do anything to make it less dark and dangerous sounding. But somehow the knowledge that this is the nightmare set to sound that the artist itself is tormented by makes this listening sensation into a next level experience.
This all is leaving my hairs up and my eyes big in its panic mode, searching and looking around for Puce Mary to show that she isn’t the only one here, that we can escape this dangerous sounding zone of horrid fear. Of hard dry droughts of frightening noises that will for sure engrave themselves in our minds to come back and haunt us as we slip out of our comfort zone. I’m not sure if we can find this artist and are able to show actual humanity and trust fur a better future, but I feel extremely motivated to search every aspect of ‘Drought’, facing the music of fear, devastations, decay, hell on earth in search for the other human out there.
Strangely I started to see and experience everywhere glimpses of hope, of a certain beauty that is still there, being overshadowed by these dreadful thoughts of devasted eeriness. If I stay here in this noise forever, bravely searching for Puce Mary the human to show that not all is doomed, lost and dried out – so be it. It gives a reason to life and a mission to go for that I would think is worthwhile even if it makes me shit my pants every few minutes or so.
Maybe you are a more hardened person with a heart full of life, an individual that has no need to bring extra undies into this dangerous realm of ‘drought’ in which beasts of scared thoughts are hunting around to feast on fear, If that’s you i would certainly suggest to volunteer yourself and step right in and save the human who is living the nightmare vividly enough to be able to set it to sound… look at her from top to toe and see her for the wanted life that she really is and save her and yourself from this personal apocalypse. Thrill seekers of the horror allure might also happily jump in! Expect dark clouds, dry sand, sights of nightmares and harsh noise realities.