New Gridfailure. Great. More nightmares tonight for me. Why do I even bother listening to this kind of stuff? I mean, what’s to like here? Is it the urbanised terror of an impending soulless apocalypse? Is it the gradually-encroaching realisation that everything you have ever loved and everyone you have ever known will eventually be taken form you? Is it the digitised psychic pain of countless trapped, hopeless lives? No? Then what? I’m really asking. What draws you, and me, to listen to something like Gridfailure. If you’re reading this then you must have at least a passing interest in hearing the aural equivalent of long-buried mental scars burrowing their way to the surface, so why do you subject yourself to it? Why do you, actively, probably passionately, seek out this experience, a horrific, mind-killing experience like Irritum? Go on, tell me. Please. I’m begging you. Because try as I might, I can’t help but really, really like Gridfailure’s work, so I need to know why I’m so irresistibly drawn to it. Maybe this says more about me than the music, but there’s something maddeningly relaxing about having your ears slowly bleed as you endure the 52 minutes of grim soundscapes that occupy the radiation-blasted landscape of this album’s playing time like corrupted mechanical cockroaches. Something about Irritum calls to me in binary, demanding to be understood by my hopelessly out-of-date grey matter, clawing at my subconscious, like a cyberdaemon being birthed behind my eyes. I mean, what the Hell? Why can’t I let go? Why do I rate this stuff so highly? Why do I think that Irritum is actually some of the best material that Gridfailure’s twisted controlling intelligence has conceived and unleashed so far? Maybe I’m just in pain, in deep, internal pain, and Irritum soothes me, by letting me know I’m not the only one suffering. Or maybe I’m just a masochist, torturing myself with prolonged exposure to industrialised fear. Or maybe I’m just deceiving myself. Maybe I’ve known the truth all along. In fact, I know I have, I’ve just been unwilling to admit it to myself, as if admitting something as terrible as this would make it somehow even more real than it already is. The real, true secret is terrible. Of course it is. The truth is, that I
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Gridfailure returns, and is proving to still be quite the prolific project.
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Gridfailure is a one-man solo experimental project from the US. This is his latest EP.
Having been pleasingly surprised, impressed and enthralled with this year’s debut album from Gridfailure – Ensuring the Bloodline Ends Here – I was eagerly awaiting this release. With the exception of handful of releases, (Gensho being a notable one), I’m not hugely into this kind of thing normally, so to find an artist like this that I can really connect to is quite an unexpected treat. Continue reading
From the blurb – “An EP about anxiety, depression and crippling, petty envy.” So now you know. Continue reading
For someone who’s not massively into noise/drone/experimental/whatever music, Gridfailure has been a bit of an eye-opener for me. It differentiates itself from a lot of its peers simply by being pretty damn good. That’s it, really. The soundscapes on Ensuring the Bloodline Ends Here are made up of just good music; here we have something that builds, turns, changes and emotes, exactly what you want out of an album, no matter what it’s composed of. David Brenner, the evil genius behind the band, was kind enough to give a bit of insight into the birth of Gridfailure…
Introduce us to Gridfailure!
Gridfailure is comprised of only myself, David Brenner; the act is as of now a solo project that happened “by accident”. I’ve been playing live and recording with Theologian since last year, Summer 2015, and within that time have heavily expanded upon the bass/vocal or vocal-only responsibilities I’ve had with any of my prior acts many moons ago. All of a sudden I was unloading a wealth of accumulated ideas, recording for Theologian, in the meantime creating a plethora of toxic runoff that would not be used on our records. One day this past February I was playing with unused recordings from random sessions basically just learning how to use music creation software. Suddenly these songs just kind of “happened” within layering this dark waste, and I started creating new material to merge them together in a very Frankenhooker fashion. Gridfailure was a random name I came up with while writing lyrics for a then non-existent band in the dark during our blackout of Hurricane Sandy, then just sat there in a folder… it just popped out while these tracks were aligning, and the project was brought into existence right then, randomly dicking-around with abandoned source material and old scribble. Continue reading
This is a mutated, corrupted, experimental release that incorporates all manner of guitars, electronics, keyboards, noises, violins, bongos, harmonicas, and much, much more into its aborted embrace.
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