IN THE HEAD: SCREAMS FOR THE MUTE
CDR: Deserted Factory DF028 
Ltd x 200
When This No Longer Suffices
Screams For The Mute
Watch And Burn
Through Jaded Eyes
Michael, Michael. What were you thinking. An e.mail was received at Aural
Pressure from Michael Page nee F/I/T/H with some of the strangest comments
I’ve ever encountered from an artist. Without going into great…and
boring…detail Michael basically wanted to inform us that "Screams
for the mute" wasn’t the musical direction he was currently
involved in. He’d moved on. Changed. Going into hitherto different
genres. It read like an apology. A cutting off of embarrassing ties. Fine
by us. We wait with baited breath for this ‘new Michael’ to
impress us. Until then though there is the little matter of this final
‘old Michael’ recording to contend with. Bring it on.
On second thoughts don’t. Only joking. "Screams for the mute"
follows on nicely from all the other F/I/T/H recordings I’ve accumulated
to date. Those of you unfamiliar with Mr Page’s previous work need
only know that he loves…or should that now be ‘loved’…working
within the extreme / power electronics noise field. That infamous thin
line between these genres that gets smaller by the day. With "Screams
for the mute" you’ll find 8 tracks of suitably disturbing music
that teeters on the un…fucking…listen able. Michael of old
though don’t care. He quite happily throws all these piercing frazzling
electronics…wave upon wave of them…into the fray slowly grinding
the body down. Battered senseless by this approach he shows no mercy.
Heaping on the agony is par for the course. Tune in or drop out. Pussy.
This attack to the senses is car crash music. Bloodied and broken boned
laying in the wreckage of what once was your mind. An M4 pileup on a foggy
morning in December. The body crushed and soul departed. Heavy shit not
for the faint heartened. Exactly like his previous recordings in fact.
Don’t fix what isn’t broken.
So why the apology. Michael should be proud of his work to date. Inaccessible
to all but the most hardy of individuals "Screams for the mute"
is ideally suited to all us sick fucks out here. The cravers with an insatiable
appetite for noise pollution that threatens to make the ears burst and
bleed. We love you Michael…or should that be ‘loved’…and
look forward to the new direction with some trepidation. Until then we
will glorify in your past accomplishments.
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