Appearing in the early 80's as an offshoot of the legendary UK power
electronics band Whitehouse, Sutcliffe Jugend soon went to to become an
equally confrontational and extreme purveyor of the early PE/industrial
sound, producing some of the most abrasive and violent electronics
albums ever with their early Come Organisation releases We Spit On Their
Graves and Campaign . Since then, Sutcliffe Jugend has continued to
pursue a unique sonic vision that combines transgressive subject matter
and dark, cerebral musings on violence and sexual perversion with
explorations into the use of brutal feedback and synthesizer damage. In
the past decade, however, the band has delved into darker, more
restrained (at least on a sonic level) sounds alongside their harsher
work, and Blue Rabbit is the latest such offering, unfolding like a
night-terror across the album's eight tracks. You won't find any of SJ's
trademark power electronics sound here, nor the dark throbbing
industrial of their recent album With Extreme Prejudice for Cold Spring
Records; this is a darker, more unsettling experience, heavy with an
atmosphere of doom and smoldering violence, as if Sutcliffe Jugend
sought to channel the creaking dread of Nurse With Wound's Salt Marie
Celeste through a series if blood-freezing psychosexual nightmares.
The first song "Solace" begins with washes of black tidal drift and
eerie creaking sounds, wheezing string-like drones, the scrape of bones
against the rusted strings of a cello, brief flashes of piano, and
strange low-frequency muttering, snatches of melody drift in and out of
clarity, while a male voice murmurs just below the surface of this
seasick soundscape. The vocals never break into the kind of high, manic
screaming that you'd hear on previous SJ albums, instead appearing as a
malevolent presence, a depraved narrator lurking in the dark corners of
Blue Rabbit. The album creeps through ever more disturbing scenes, from
the sparse electro-acoustic collage of percussive noises, asthmatic
scraping strings and reedy feedback tones that make up "Seed", a collage
of warbly electronic tones, the thump of an oil tank, evil whispers
guiding the listener through these aural hallucinations, the track
eventually resembling some nightmare free-improv session.
Then there is "The Bad Mannered Prophet", an almost orchestral dark
ambient epic unlike anything that I have ever heard from Sutcliffe
Jugend, magisterial and haunting, a stirring dark melody and sounds of
distant chanting looping repeatedly beneath a creaking, crashing oceanic
soundscape. And the rest of the album drifts further through these
realms of bad-dream ambience, strange somnambulant improv and the sounds
of organ, murmuring voices, mewling cries, jazzy bass frozen into a
glacial drip, minimalist drones that waver and fade against the
darkness, the slow scrape of the bow across strings processed into
buzzing, wasp-like tones, clouds of billowing melodious keyboard, the
songs at times resembling the din of a house of clocks gone haywire,
finally culminating in the frenzied depravity of "The Death Of
Pornography".
For fans of the band that are primarily familiar with their harsher
output on Come Org and Cold Spring, this is a revelation; a seething
quasi-ambient nightmare that lingers with the listener, enhanced in it's
creep factor by the unsettling paintings from Sutcliffe Jugend's Kevin
Tomkins that make up the album art. Comes in a full-color digipack.
Tracklist:
1 Solace 8:31
2 Seedless 8:51
3 The Bad Mannered Prophet 11:13
4 Blue Rabbit 6:28
5 Feeding The Mouth That Bites You 7:19
6 The Good Child 7:32
7 Offal 9:24
8 The Death Of Pornography 10:03