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E#34C
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"After releasing the first Mouthus LP years back, Ecstatic Peace returns to unleash another beast by this always amazing duo. Brian Sullivan (gtr/vox) and Nate Nelson (perc) connect here with a focused, thematic hayride through long tone static and fried mind amp terror. Anyone following the arc and molten flow of Mouthus' last few LPs and CDs (on Our Mouth, Troubleman Unlimited, Olde English Spelling Bee, Music Fellowship, Important, Three Lobed, Weird Forest and the exemplary Saw A Halo on Load) will be surely intrigued by Divisionals as it is Mouthus at their sweetest. Almost. Just when you're drifting through the electric skies you find the Earth reaching into your soul pulling you back to a primordial foreverness. A charming action."
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IMPREC 121CD
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"Follow This House by Mouthus is a companion piece to their 2005 full length for Important titled The Long Salt. Picking up right where The Long Salt left off, Follow This House is a record chock full of manic bad mood energy, crunching resin-soaked jams and hundred year-old instrumentation emerging from the soggy mire only to be slowly pushed back in by poison clouds of delayed-out vocal groan. Mouthus are on a stated mission to incorporate new sounds and new instrumentation into their recordings. Never repeating themselves Follow This House is less fractured and more minimal, embracing the Mouthus sludgefest like a settling foundation."
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IMPREC 082CD
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"This album is a return to more abrasive and heavy Mouthus territory after forays into acoustic instrumentation and, yes, a Fleetwood Mac cover on their recent Troubleman full-length. Free/tribal percussion spatter 'n clatter duels with endlessly mutating three chord sludge-riffage beneath thick, poison clouds of delayed-out vocal groan. Truly CHOCK full of manic bad-mood energy but maybe psych-droney and resin-soaked enough for the new crop of crunchier noise-heads to nod to as well. Electric guitars strung with duct tape and drums equipped with hundred-year old heads are jettisoned into deep space and dynamited, combusting so vividly that the after-images soak our retinas with mandalas of interwoven earthworms and beer funnels for hours afterwards."
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