Genre : Harsh Noise 

This release is split between Pig Molester and Selymes Viragszirom

Tracklist

01 Pig Molester - Stront Met Bonen
02 Selymes Viragszirom - Intro
03 Selymes Viragszirom - Disgusted By Life
04 Selymes Viragszirom - Kill Me.
05 Selymes Viragszirom - Even The Insects Wouldn't Care
06 Selymes Viragszirom - Far Away From Myself
07 Selymes Viragszirom - Forever

I have a strange relationship with Smell The Stench. I like a lot of what the man releases, and I truly admire his enthusiasm for all things sick and deviant in what concerns to underground musical activity across the globe. However, sometimes he confounds lo-fi with sloppiness and most of the time his releases look careless, excessively amateur, even if the music contained is great, which is the case here.
Pig Molester is not a new name to me but this is the first time I manage to put my hands on one of his records. The name of the project instantly reminded me of the cult film “Vase de Noces” (AKA “Pig Fucking Movie”) from 1974, and for those who know it (and those who are sick enough to go download it after reading this) it is a nice thing that the association corresponds to his musical aspirations. Primitive and putrid, taboo electronics with a general disregard for humanity.
Pig Molester side of the split is composed of only one track, “Stron Met Bonen”, which erupts in feedback stabbing opening incontrollable wounds and raising unbalanced brutality. Overdosed, chaotic and explosive. Bitter and ugly screams drown in despair, irrecoverable lesions and terminal infections are forced to survival. Swine slaughter noise on its way to the blade. Irregular and savage, caustic, hysterical(!!!)
Selymes Viragszirom (which can be translated from the Polish as something like Flower Softness), on the other hand, has a darker, more introspective approach, although the intensity is similar. I had already been able to listen to some of his recent work, operating on the HNW death squad. Monolithic but still spiritual in its desolation.
A boiling crust of pus reveals all tainted innards. Destructive and harsh, its consistence resembling the slow movements of continents in fugue, sailing away through a sea of static and heavy weight. “Disgusted by life”, sworn to bitterness and discomfort, in eternal extension of blocks and stones.
“Kill me”, or kill me again. Sub-tectonic sleep breeds unknown demons, surviving underneath, beneath below. A down tuned mass of filth bleeds into a giant wave of self inflicted pain, subtle and obsessive, gigantic, oceanic.
“Even the insects wouldn´t care”, surviving without interfering with the curses upon the world above. Wasteland soundscapes and burnt offerings to gods abandoned to rot, feeding on cartilage and cancerous surfaces. Oppressive and maniacal.
Reclusive sounds, inner focused, “Far away from myself”, distant in solitary sight. Falling under a rain of all things sickened. Deathly circumferences and no escape.
“Forever” is nowhere near the soul, sinisterly shrinking, becoming tiny, fragile as time itself when time passes by. Demoniac conspiracies caught in silences behind the door, eternity lying dormant through a rough, tight, hole.