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"Extinction Burst is the new invocation in album-form by Guttersnipe, Leeds' premier and pre-eminent Xenofeminist crisis-energy rock) duo. Slamming at full speed to multi-dimensional oblivion, Extinction Burst is the most-full, hi-definition lurid dream-mare yet spewed out by Uroceras Gigas and Tipula Confusa. Engineered and mixed by Ross Halden at Hohm Studio in Bradford and mastered by Rashad Becker, Extinction Burst follows 2018's My Mother The Vent, which garnered universal critical adoration. Nevertheless, this long-awaited follow up is more extreme: it is wildness beyond reason, splitting new tears in the reality gauze, ultimate hallucination through sound ecstasy. 2026's Guttersnipe are evolved, mutated by eight years of touring together and with the labyrinthine network of groups both Guttersnipe members are involved with Tristwch Y Fenywod, Nape Neck, Petronn Sphene, and Yexxen, to name a few. On Extinction Burst, as with previous material, the duo are heavily augmented with technology. Tipula Confusa's drum kit triggers chasm-causing synth pulses with thumping low-end attack. Strafing from all over the stereo field the constant shatter of the cymbals and toms feel like Sunny Murray or Rashied Ali in full flight during a John Coltrane session in 1967. Uroceras Gigas's guitar and synth storm is by-now similarly an instantly recognized tool kit in underground music. Switching from screeching guitar atonality to intricate riffs from the black metal/Voivod hinterland to ultra-distorted synth meltdown, it's an utterly overwhelming, essential and vital pouring-out of the full emotional spectrum. Both artists vocalize, ecstatic and primal, drawn out or yelped in pain or pleasure or panic. There is nothing on this cursed earth like Guttersnipe. For over 10 years they have whirled in a wiggliness both woebegone and wonderstruck on a mission of radical mutant exaltation using rock music weaponry loaded with a queer hysterical ammunition to rupture the fabric of the known rock universe and unleash a tendril-soft hallucinatory violence; thrumming with the bracing vividness of insect bodies, crazed with alien synesthetic emotions, harnessing jagged excoriating illogic as a face meltingly snazzy affront to redundant macho mediocrity with the hope to break minds, squeeze hearts, explode pelvises and maybe even reset the parameters of reality."
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"My Mother The Vent is the eagerly-awaited debut from Guttersnipe, the UK's most out-there band. They say the PR era, circa the late 1980s, killed the golden age of music journalism, they say Guttersnipe have continuously melted all the forms that they come up against; they are right. Because Guttersnipe is not part of a tradition we know well, but one will identify the departure from that tradition immediately upon hearing My Mother The Vent. The innovation here is a firm commitment to the flow-motive polyrhythm undergirding the seared, nay fried, tonal rainbow and de-reasoned vocals. Not Nate Nelson, nor John the masseuse dude from Sightings but Tipula Confusa. Uroceras Gigas has bridged so many gaps, finally unlocked the axe-wielding code and is really playing the thing, bringing forth a world-view that is utterly unique. There is some real disjunction in the music, clear and intended. In an age when most computer music composers use stochastic systems and still manage to drop some linear path/ground shit, the brawler drums and slanky guitar constructions on My Mother The Vent are a genuine treat. I've spent too much of my adult life so far hearing too much of this shit to not recognize real game; here it crawls out of the grey shadows of ol' Blighty. I'm not waxing confusingly in a rarefied tone here, nor running the boring sci-fi script. We left the human-music-on-a-human-scale behind, much to our detriment. Here we sit in our crumbling reality, but Guttersnipe come paleo, like the rhapsodes with long-ass memories rattling off Homeric verse well into the age of manuscript culture, but here, with future tones, luckily. Otherwise, me and the record label here wouldn't be wasting our time and yours with a one-sheet for My Mother The Vent. A proper first time on wax for these amazing creatures is a welcome addition to the world of things. These drums and these guitar lines are so cranké, as they say here in my odd neighborhood. These voices are so utterly expressive without even the damn language at hand, like the great horns. We'll rinse this record out, I'll put on my old Blighty nighty and go dance in the street." --Alex Moskos, Montreal, August 2018.
Guttersnipe is: Uroceras Gigas - Guitar, Analog Synth, Vox Tipula Confusa - Drums, Drum Synth, Vox.
180 gram vinyl, edition of 500.
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