These early emanations might’ve been recorded when their creator was still a few years away from being able to drink, drive or vote but they definitely showcase the protean talent of someone with a clear ear for the foreboding. Things begin with a slow, repetitious guitar pattern that traipses down to some secret subterranean sanctum before the synths take hold, offering everything from light, nape-prickling sketches to nightmare-quality wooziness and the full-on mania of closing track ‘Our Soul Will Be Judged On The Life’. It drifts from creeping, Fulci-esque dread to worry-making abstraction with infinite ease, and while Steve Sylvester’s weirder work might be the most obvious reference point it’s also worth mentioning Regen Graves and Dolore – two unsettling acts who also released excellent material via At War With False Noise.
