God Pussy – Domínio Planetário (Siro613)

You’d think our YIKIS-approved and patented conspiracy sensors would have gone off instantly upon spotting the album artwork for God Pussy’s Domínio Planetário, but they didn’t. No, this appears to be a totally normal image. Or… maybe that our sensors did not buzz is, itself, a conspiracy! I hope not. The implications of this are too frightening. I’ll just call a technician to have a look next week.

Artist: God Pussy
Title: Domínio Planetário
Label: Sirona-Records
Cat#: Siro613
Keywords: Noise, Other
Reviewer: Alex Spalding

It’s… it’s… a review! Yes, you probably already realized, but I was suddenly and very dramatically struck by the fact of this just now. It’s a bit like becoming conscious that one has hands, except in that case there is usually someone around to remind you. Tonight, because I have neglected to review new work from Sirona-Records for far too long, I have decided to review an album by God Pussy. Perhaps we can prove, with Kabbalah, that God either has or is a pussy. Yes, with numbers, one can make reality seem almost however one wishes. This is true of music as well! Mathematics make me feel a bit woozy though, I might have to lay down.

The album begins with ‘Servos De Uma Secreta Sociedade’… I hear what sounds like a spinning piece of sheet metal run through an amplifier, and then it shrieks at me repeatedly for several minutes, occasionally pausing to shoot lasers into my ears. Hush, hush, tell me your secrets… what is it? Static fuzz with antennae signal? I do not understand… but I feel it is imperative I figure it out. Could the Earth be in danger? I feel like I’m bathing in razorblades and quicksilver. So harsh and uncompromising!  The frequencies are very severe and urgent… maybe this is a cosmic telephone call from some supernal entity residing in a quadrant of space far away. They are saying to me, “Ouch, we’ve exploded! Send help!” So sorry to you! I, Earthling, possess no mode of interplanetary travel. We were budgeting, I think, but now regress. Feedback into low, throttled crunching; Gojira playing in dead leaves.

After that monster, comes ‘Verdade Oculta, Sigilo Total’. It’s a resonant hum, a digital radiator. The sigil is the will of the magi, and in this case the will is to shave my inner ear with velocity-impact buzzsaw noise. Like an angry hornet, frequencies fly out of the hive, stinging me furiously. These swarm around my face, congregating, speaking loudly in voices shrill, irritating. It’s raining white noise, we are caught in the downpour. Some machine, perhaps my avatar in all this, seems to scream. Is it a scream of terror? Of pleasure? Of pain? Perhaps all of the above, simultaneously, forever, lost in self-consuming soundshroud. Steam escapes, deep laser toms thrum, mid-frequency barrage.

‘Sua Alma Não Te Pertence’ is the last of the works on this album. A lawnmower attacks, ripping yard on it’s way to the face. A harsh blast of feedback occasionally sheers through, inciting panic. Escalating machine-screeching, rattling digital sounds scale confusingly, jumbled. A tiny, shitty vacuum, overdriven and sticking upon various surfaces is what I hear after awhile. This is like, music to break everything in a room to. Deep, bassy, ragged… I hear samples of voices from within the heavy wall of noise. Someone must be fucking with the pickups on a guitar with the volume way up past 11. Super-destructive sound!

Noise. You want it, you’ve got it. Just be sure to play it as loud as you can after downloading it at the following link:

http://archive.org/details/siro613GodPussy-DomnioPlanetrio