And now for something completely different.
Before you get round to listening to The Morning After The Night We Raped Death there is an accompanying manifesto/backstory, well worth a read and whilst I don't want to ruin any surprises to you, its inferred that TMATNWRD is a concept album dedicated to being aware of our own mortality. And whilst one might come to expect existentialist philosophy to be the most tangential piece of mental stimulation a band might have going, with Street Sects the music is en par in the brain cranking department.
The Morning After the Night We Raped Death is a mind numbing digital phantasm sprung from catatonic beats and erratic rhythmic headway, synthesizing a genre frankenstein that takes life from everything between its vanguard of hardcore of the electronic variety in texture and suit, teeth grinding industrial blare, breakcore's infamous aggression in tempo and percussion heavy spiel and to a lessor extent the sonic palette cleanser of noise too. Populated with pneumatic drums, deranged samples and in possession of all the ambiance one might expect of a landfill of mangled circuitry to possess, Street Sects are harsh manipulators of all things digital, be they sample, machine drum or those nameless slithers of noise/ambiance that penetrate through. Street Sects seemingly erratic process of re-appropriation and corruption leads to a devastatingly disorientating yet also subtly euphoric sort of experience.