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Miss Violetta Beauregarde
Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo
Temporary Residence Ltd. CD
If you don't suffer from schizophrenia, you will after one spin of Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo.
Disjointed, turbulent, and unruly, Odi Profanum quickly unravels before you, leaving an entangled mess of frenzied programmed electronic beats, nightmarish loops, eerie keyboard pulsations, and hair-raising screams on the floor for your bruised ears to digest.
It's time to get experimental.
Miss Violetta Beauregarde loves to test the ear's breaking point. With sixteen short tracks, clocking in at nineteen-and-a-half minutes long, Odi Profanum is a brief, but fiery release. With stabbing, off-kilter electronics penetrating as deep and cold as icicles to the heart, it is Violetta's anguished screams of desperation and rage that seems to take full command. She doesn't hold back, sometimes echoing the rough delivery of Kathleen Hanna ("The Unbearable Lightness of a Farm Tractor"), the quick-draw delivery of Yasuko Onuki (Melt-Banana), and the loud screeching hatred of a woman that isn't afraid to let loose and vocally erupt all over an aural canvas. The cold and callous sounds of electronics cool the air, yet Violetta's hot spewing lava of a voice helps scorch the wintry teeth-chattering rhythms. Two extreme elements violently fucking, somehow blending perfectly together, feeding off of each other's potent quality.
Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo isn't a release you can comfortable snuggle up with, especially with the first listen, however it's an oddly enjoyable and infatuating journey, spin after exciting spin. Usually I shy away from electronic based music, but Miss Violetta Beauregarde's raw emotional delivery really captured my attention, and my old punk-rock heart. Not for timid ears, but it's definitely a refreshing jolt to the system. There are moments of dance-pop that surface among the herky-jerky cut-and-paste rhythms, but your nerves will be too rattled to dance along, well, at least not during your first handful of listens.
Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo's madness borders on dementia and schizophrenia, but really, the mundane is nowhere you would want to be. The Italy based Miss Violetta Beauregarde creates exploratory music that needs to be felt, even if it means being trapped in a confused state of bewilderment.
by Fake Train
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