Cracked – review of Company Fuck’s “Wobble Unwind”.
https://www.monochrom.at/cracked/reviews/Rev%20companyfuck.htm
At the end of the title track suddenly The Culture Club’s Eighties smash hit “Do you really want to hurt me?” comes up and Scott Sinclair cuts through this ghostly appearance with a full block of bastardized, harsh, brutal, direct power noise that sounds like a thicklipped, snug “Yessssss!” That is the kind of intellectualized retard-humor you have to expect from Company Fuck. Some people spend a good part of their live becoming the biggest brain in their school of fish only to suddenly realize that dumb is a lot more fun. If they do the next steps right, they will find a unique position of weird and direct that also shows wit and the ability to self-reflect. I guess Company Fuck has that. (No less would you expect if it has passed the Hirntrust passage of total screaming chaos.)
Sinclair cuts through a dozen singular styles of ghastly noise within three minutes and dots out an ever expanding set of connotations in just as many directions. Within the title track there is gabba / breakcore as well as power noise as well as distorted karaoke and humoresque persiflage. Notably the bass line of “99 red balloons” turns up in between all the noise fog to spark with funk. (I remember that US hardcore / punkband 7 Seconds also covered that…) but also to re-figure a global #1 pop hit and mutilate it to something less polished and more remarkable. You could even find hints at clicks’n’cuts in “wobble unwind” if you are so inclined. (That thing with “hurt me” mentioned at the beginning is supposed to be a separate track, but with any good core / noise record, single tracks don’t really mean a thing.)
The track on side b “your death my kill” might either be a study on the various kinds of black and death metal by means of estrangement, in which certain recurring riff-structures and musical idioms are being re-designed and bared to exploration by means of overcharging this kind of socially not respected noise into a kind of noise that society really has no meaning to because it has as of yet not been largely confronted with. Or Sinclair just likes to fuck shit up, throw out noise and ghastly beats and has the time of his life blowing up the speakers and people’s eardrums. And he uses metal as a basis because he likes metal and it is most easily at hand whenever he feels like kicking again. Your decision.
The seven inch vinyl format is really the best format for this kind of music. For health reasons alone, because any serious doctor would warn you about blowing this stuff into your ears and brains at the necessary volume for a full CD length. But also your brain would not be able to stay concentrated long enough to stand this for longer than ten minutes I guess. Then the whole thing would start to blur and to wash down into a single long trail of grey, mushy noise and dirt. And how would you ever get all the rubble and debris out of your brain afterwards? Just by shaking your head and hoping it falls out of your ears? If it were as easy as that nobody would ever go out and abuse alcohol anymore. Or tell their loved ones how much they love them and how much more they would love them if they agreed to certain depraved acts of a sexual nature. Or watch old movies with monsters, bikers and girls in bikinis waving machine guns in them. And nobody of us would want to live in a world where that was missing, right?