Scald Hymn is a pure representation of American noise. The distilled sound of sweaty house shows, post-industrial refuse, and an artist brave enough to inject moments of beauty into the existential dread that is channeled through fried electronics and jagged scrap metal. We’re all cheering for Scald Hymn, because Scald Hymn exemplifies the reasons we care about noise.
Blown out and massed patterns of red-line scrape and abrasion; cyclical and blaring, a thunderstorm of gutter-nihilism emanates from the streets and sewers of NYC. 40 continuous minutes of rugged [...]