REVIEWS

Manufactura
Precognitive Dissonance

Low drones, echoing percussions, and a woman moaning in ecstasy; these are some things you may hear in a German Scheizer movie, but they are also the sounds of "Can't Rape the Willing," the first track on Manufactura's latest noise barrage, Precognitive Dissonance. Hard buzzing bass drums begin and you are given the full body-fucking of this heavy music as your whole body jitters with the low and loud hum-hum-hum beat. Your body begins to spastically twitch to the über-heavy beat as you look like Corky Thatcher on speed twitching in time to this dance music straight from Satan's bowels. Don't even try listening to this in the car because if the lower than low bass doesn't tear your car apart first, your retarded convulsions will assuredly wind you up in Pa Kettle's cornfield or Hadji's all-you-can-eat Chunk and Chew convenience store, depending on where you live. Those with pacemakers stay away as this one will kick those fuckers into high gear and you will see what it is like to live life in fast motion. Okay, okay, so enough of my silly what-this-music-will-do-to-you; let me really tell you about this album. If you were listening to this while cooking dinner, you would burn your fillet mignon as well as the whole left side of your body, and your dog Foo-Foo would never hump your leg again. Wait that isn't quite what I mean to say. Let me try again. If you were to get into a fight while listening to this, not only would you whip up on the guy you are fighting, but three-quarters of the spectators, a 1984 Dodge Omni, a telephone pole, yourself, and an old lady named Mabel. Wait that isn't it either... let's see... this album is intense fucking electro noise beats that are so heavy you will shit yourself in fear and ejaculate in excitement simultaneously. Yeah that is what I meant to say! Noise buffs, fucking buy this album... old ladies named Mabel and telephone poles, step the fuck back because a new dance craze called "The Thatcher-spasm" is about to begin.