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A bit late to the party here. It’s a pretty fucking miserable party mind – listening to Prurient’s latest release is like showing up to some warehouse party populated exclusively by unsociable alcoholics without a single feckin’ eccie between them, all cowering away in the darkness in a misguided attempt to stop it from ‘getting too real’.
Unsettling as this is, it’s not half as unsettling as the Hospital boss-man’s usual fare. Gone are the debilitating walls of noise and paranoid soundtracks. Instead, Through the Window gifts us with two, slowly-evolving techno life-forms, both of which evoke colourful, burnt-out visions of whatever vile future your man’s got in mind. The found-sounds and noise-injections work well over the star-bound synths, as does what I guess you’d call the ‘narration’. Presumably he’s been enjoying the Vatican Shadow excursions then.
I’ve got a mate who spent 50 dollars in Dominick Fernow’s record store once and kind of expected some chat in return. He got nothing, and succeeded in further antagonising a man presumably predisposed to angst by expressing no small amount of excitement for a gig he wasn’t playing, namely a support slot for Converge. ‘What the fuck are you talking about’ said he, presumably before cancelling his All We Love pre-order and going out to batter Jacob Bannon.
Arsehole then. Great record though.