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Cellblock
[Cold Meat Industry]
With the first album of Atrium Carceri, aka Simon Heath, we directly enter one of the most introspective work that is. The listener would have hardly heard the well named "Cellblock" that his space would have reduced and ostensibly darkened. The claustrophobes may go their own way. To the others, the beauty of this journey, not without consequences, in the abyssal depths is a necessity. Simon Heath, which assumes all the responsibility for these "visions, sounds, life" doesn't spare us. We go smoothly but surely from airlock to airlock, perceiving some rare locks' sounds of doors slamming from afar, and then some oppressing ebbs like Megaptera's in their "The Curse of the Scarecrow" period where the only source of light will be track of piano (see Machine Elves). The descent goes on through ambient tracks worthy of Plastikman's "Consumed", that collide but are never deafening. Indeed, the darkness in "Cellblock" is dank, even sticky, but permeates until it slyly becomes familiar and fascinating. Some rare moments with voices' samples (inverted or cavernous and remote) remind to the listener there is still an outside. But even on Depth where a thump accompanies an oozing metallic sound which, little by little, becomes an omnipresent panting and then an instrument, the illusion is perfect. Anyway, Atrium Carceri succeeds in making of our uterine nightmares twelve dark ambient tracks, the most captivating that the label Cold Meat Industry offered us in a long time.
Catherine Fagnot |
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