What begins as soft and serene quickly turns razor sharp and unsettling on this disturbing split album from two of the more infamous names in the noise genre. The attention grabbing cover art may be enough to give one a subconsious suggestion of what lies on the album, with its bound subject appearing unclothed and unattractive. Corephallism’s sense of foreboding and menace coupled with Gnaw Their Tongues horror-esque atmosphere provide a soundtrack for sick minds everywhere.

A part of me has been hesitant to write this review, to be quite honest. Ninety percent of the material that crosses my desk can be surmised with simple adjectives like ‘grim’, ‘brutal’ or ‘furious’, hence my recent tendency to focus on interviews and reach beyond my own drab commentary. This album is not one to easily estimate: gone are earth shaking rhythm sections, screaming guitar and monotonous lyrical attacks. No song structure is here to be followed, nor is it welcome. Corephallism’s ‘Abandonment’ opens with a somber organ and soon swells with a menacing bass pattern before a crackling madness disrupts the serenity to foreshadow a relentless and savage storm. ‘Rapes of Convenience’ is quicker to the point, suffocating its unseen victim with round after round of heartless ambiance, whispered words and muffled crying. Over as quickly as it began, Corephallism leaves and impression that is not soon forgotten.

Gnaw Their Tongues offers a solitary song on this release and, in doing so, provide more ‘grim’ atmosphere than many bands do with ten times as much. ‘A Moral Guide to Self-castration and Necrophilia’ brings about memories of the stamping factory, with its 7 story ceilings and endless halls filled and stacked with nothing but dark and heavy steel and iron, echoing into infinity. As the track progresses, the foreboding atmosphere grows with one hammer strike after another.Terrorized screams, distorted words and disturbing imagery all pass across the listener’s conscious mind. How few of us can hear this artist and remained unchanged?

With all people striving in vain to isolate themselves from one another and claim their individuality, little time is spent analyzing what really makes us all so much alike. On the surface, mankind is quick to fall victim to fashion and fads to be unique among the crowd, knowing damn good and well that what we hide inside is universal: our pain and our suffering. This album dips a proverbial paintbrush into the raw stuff and with few broad strokes, lays it bear for all to witness.