“To see teeth and claw entwine in the bearing light of your skull”
Drone/electronic artists COH and Abul Mogard have worked together at the end of last year to release “Coh Meets Abul Mogard”. A visceral and haunting release that finds a unique balance between both mens’ respective sounds.
On the one hand you’ve got the glitchy high frequency whirrings and pulsing distorted basses of COH that resonate and impose all over the album, and around that you’ve got the dense shrouded atmospheres that Abul Mogard is so well known for, the way these two elements intertwine gives off a really cold almost animalistic sound that has that real trancelike quality to it.
Honestly this record is amazing for the sounds reacting to one another, it’s like like at mangled trees connecting to sky and the axis point where the root meets the earth. Just this really amazing landscape formed by two well defined and unique elements that still manages to blend into one whole new wild thing.
I recall reading a while ago about an analysis into the neuro-imaging of rat brains through inserting fine glass prisms into their brain, which allowed for scientists to capture the details previously missing from cortical analysis of the incidental light that refracted out of the prism.
Point being this album sounds like that to me, it seems like a congregation of ideas in a broken mind. Random pulses and gurgling dark waves of photons transmitting its last signals, they way dark modular pulses integrate against scraping hinge-like tones and ghostly distortions.
In my mind the only people who achieve this kind of menace, this kind of balance between lush harmony and dark mechanical dissonance is an act like Troum or perhaps of course Deathprod.
All in all a lot of the time when people do collaborative releases it can feel kind of hammy, like they just recorded a jam in a room and released it online. This feels far more deliberate and methodical than that. If you want something dark to zone the fuck out to (Coil’s Time Machines style), you’ll love this one.
Also as an aside, getting Nick Blinko from Rudimentary Peni to design the fucking gorgeous artwork was a fantastic touch.
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