Outside, the night sky crackled with white forks of lightening as the rain cascaded from the heavens. The three experimentalists known collectively as Kieronononon had long since left the studio and made their way through the torrents and gales to the local public house, where they would spend the evening supping the ale of satisfaction and creativity. All was well.
Something however stirred deep in the dark bowels of the recording studio in the town of Hull. Both attracted and intrigued by the fizzing and unusual sounds coming from the room, the unsuspecting night watchman peered round the slightly ajar door. What he witnessed was spellbinding. He was hypnotised by the latest Kieronononon creation – ‘technopunk.’ The sounds lured him further into the room. He was completely drawn.
Then, without warning there was an eruption of fury! The noise levels rose. The sounds became frantic. The watchman’s head was pounding, his brain being beaten to mulch by the brutal music as he collapsed to the floor. ‘Technopunk’ had taken on its own life form. ‘BRUTALTECHNOPUNK’ was born. It was alive!
Yeah – OK, so that’s all a bit over the top. But Kieronononon started it! The five tracks on this EP are also so over the top! But also quite brilliant!
To try and describe each of the five tracks individually and do them adequate justice would be impossible. Suffice to say that this EP will not be everyone’s cup of tea. In places it appears to conform to the ‘norm,’ (like the opening to ‘Fishes Lay,’ which sounds akin to a Biffy Clyro track) before veering dramatically off-road into discordant thrash punk with screeched or spoken vocals.
Later, on the fifth track, ‘Roulette In Paris,’ there is even a similarity at a couple of points to a section of Mike Oldfield’s ‘Tubular Bells.’ You know – the bit with the key changes just before the weird guttural, Germanic sounding vocals kick in. This track in fact is much slower-paced than the others, and it is easy to envisage the three members of Kieronononon being forcibly restrained with leather straps and buckles as this song unfolds.
‘Moral Decay,’ had definite hardcore tendencies but, as is their wont, the screaming vocals, fuzzed-up guitar and frenetic drums are punctuated with synths and breaks. Not really one to whistle along to!
Prog-rock with a sense of humour? This is music that, like it says on that telly advert, ‘…does what it says on the label.’
‘BRUTALTECHNOPUNK,’ sums it up perfectly!
(Released on 25th August 2008)