I’ll be completely honest with you: I was totally drawn into this by the art alone. That kind of chosen artistic representation for your sound almost guarantees you a select number of sounds, and power electronics is high on that list. That is, of course, what we have here. The trouble is, is that this is one of the cringiest things I have ever heard.
Let’s get it out of the way: there is nothing wrong with the music / noise here. It is atmospheric and eery, and uses the full soundstage to come at you from all angles. There is all sorts of artefacts and creepy additions coming in left and right field, which just makes you even more anxious as the main course of each piece just loops over and over in intensity.
No, my problem is with the vocal contributions. There’s a variety of contributors here, and as I understand Delirium Tremens is a compilation of sorts, so some headway is given here for it to be a bit disjointed. But daaaamnnn, this shit is bad. We’re talking nervous teenagers reading their own erotic fan-fiction kinda bad, with unnecessary big words and over-emphasised narration that just cringes me out in the worst possible way. It’s like getting to the seventh circle of hell and finding that it consists entirely of bad slam poetry. Not even Boyd Rice (whatever you think of him) can really bring anything of value to this collection, instead offering cringe-inducing diatribes about BDSM and power play.
It’s a no from me. Speaking of Delirium Tremens, I’m gonna need a glass of the beer of the same name to get over this shit.