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The moment Belt to Blender begins, a single, visceral image crashes into my mind—Munch’s The Scream, frozen in an electrified howl of distortion and mechanical fury. This is not just music; it is an industrial assault, a jagged soundscape where raw aggression collides with brutalist architecture, each note a sharp-edged structure cutting into the subconscious. The album doesn’t offer an easy entry—it rips through the senses like barbed wire laced with shattered glass and sandpaper, its jagged rhythms and merciless noise pushing you into an overwhelming state of sonic turbulence. Beats don’t guide you; they lash at you like whip cracks, while dissonant samples and crushing walls of distortion grind any sense of comfort into dust. The escalation is relentless—like a machine-fueled catastrophe unfolding in real time. Then comes Recoil (Braving the Onslaught)—a momentary reprieve, but no less intense. The rhythm here is tighter, more club-oriented, but still raw with a driving beat that feels like a relentless mechanical march, its distorted vocals snarling through the mix. It teeters on the edge of dancefloor devastation, a hypnotic pull within the chaos. Cargo 200 takes both paths and merges them into an even deadlier form—a razor-edged noise assault infused with an undeniable pulse, a rhythm that feels as if it’s hammering its way out of a steel cocoon, threatening to shatter apart at any moment. Then, Dmytro Fedorenko’s Kotra Remix throws this chaos into overdrive—thicker, harsher, stripped of any remaining human warmth, pushing the entire composition to a point of near-total breakdown. The title track, Belt to Blender (Wave by Wave), is an experiment in its purest form—rhythmic ruptures tearing through a massive, untamed wall of distortion, each sound wave a contorted scream torn from the depths of a war-torn machine. The noise doesn’t just hit—it lashes out, uncontrolled yet somehow tethered to an unseen pulse, a composition held together by sheer defiance. And then, at the very end, Fixed Focus – Hanging By...—the final transmission. The most restrained piece on the album, it plays out like a manifesto spoken through fractured circuitry, more recitation than melody, a moment of eerie clarity after the storm.
This is not an album for the faint-hearted. It is an experiment, an experience, a confrontation. It demands ears that can withstand its relentless impact, a mind that won’t flinch under its weight. For those who are willing to surrender to it, Belt to Blender is not just intriguing—it is an electrified, unforgiving journey through sonic extremity.

Author: khocico
Translator: khocico
Add date: 2025-03-13 / Music reviews