Luxury Mollusc - Hyphen Ergot Hymen Reflux

I can't remember the last time I covered an experimental/noise outfit's album but I'm getting back to it with Dublin, Ireland based Luxury Mollusc. When I first read their description I expected my ears to fall off within five seconds of their music being played but here I am still alive and well and my auditory devices are still well attached to my head. Luxury Mollusc introduced me to their music via their latest album Hyphen Ergot Hymen Reflux, a six track album whose final track is an exploration through either incredibly ominous dreams or Hell itself. 

Hyphen Ergot Hymen Reflux originated as a couple of set pieces sporadically written a week before a gig. Luxury Mollusc was dissatisfied with what he produced and decided to revisit said pieces and make something better out of them. While I can say that at least the second half appealed to me, the first half was quite boring and often times made me want to turn off the album. 

'Ophelia in formaldehyde' was a fairly bland noise/drone album with bits of static and some screeching involved; it did not warrant a seven and a half minute run time. If you want to listen to someone breathe in slow motion with ambiance surrounding them, 'Self portrait (edit) with sheepsfoot' is the song for you. And, lastly, if you want more lo-fi drone sounds with little to nothing more to offer, then 'Waves that purge the land of names' is the way to go. 

However, once 'No other home to go to (a hundred years with' hit, I slowly found myself more entranced with Hyphen Ergot Hymen Reflux. The slight echo of wind, the radio static, and the overall disturbance that I found myself in reminded me of a barren, cold and slightly frozen wasteland where humanity is either extinct or on the brink of extinction. 'Obli Gate Para Site' reminded me of a serial killer cleaning up a mess he made from his last victim with the whirring electronics representing their disturbed thoughts. 

Now, as stated in the introduction I found the last song reminiscing ominous dreams or Hell itself - and now that I think about it, Lovecraftian lore comes to mind as well. I contribute this to the cavernous feeling that 'Glacier of Bile, prelude to futile treatment' brings out, the random, inhuman noises that come from deep within, and echoing and mysterious sounds. This would be a good song to listen to whilst reading a horror novel. 

Luxury Mollusc does have a decent album here minus the first three songs. I have a half like half hate for this album but I can easily discard the first and half and just continue to listen to the final three songs as much as I'd fucking please. Let's see where they go next. 
Aug 05 2016