To say that Prurient's Black Vase is music is not a truthful statement. It is more a series of layers of noises, sounds, and percussion that is meant to be as unpleasant as possible to the human ear. This is by far the most extreme album in my collection, it's not even close.
The album begins with a 15 minute long track called Roman Shower. From the instant the needle hits the record the sound is appalling. It hits feedback frequencies that make anyone cringe. It's an instant case of tinnitus. This continues through various levels of high pitched noise and low pitched rumblings for f i f t e e n minutes. It takes true tenacity to make it through this thing.
If I had played this track even 3 months ago I would have turned it off before I got more than a minute in, yet here I am on my third spin of the night to this epic monolith of noise and distortion. This album is constantly telling me to go away, to fuck right off. Nothing here is pleasant, nothing here is musical. Yet here I am taking it all in like some sort of mad man.
While the rest of the album is no where near as harsh as Roman Shower, it still is among some of the harshest music I've ever heard in my life. This thing is pure bile infused hatred for anything that is conventional... anything musical... anything akin to the simplest notion of listenable.
The thing is though... it is listenable. It meets me on a primal level, one where life and hatred meet... one where everything is disgusting and nothing makes sense anymore. Some days I hate life, and this music is on that exact wavelength. The more I listen the more I understand that in this insanity there are others that have gone through the same shit I have. That urge to scream at the universe, to say fuck everything... this is that. This Black Vase is that.
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