Second in my Hatred from the Fringe Trilogy, Sleeper Vessels by Fawn Limbs is a little harder to describe. They at times remind me of Genghis Tron, incorporating some electronic elements into their crusty, grindy delivery. This album relies more on being caustic than dissonant. Atonal arpeggios like wriggling centipedes dance to chaotic percussion within octave riff cages. And like the best grind of the past, when a given track reaches its most ugly, a breakdown groove pulls you back from the precipice of tension induced self-implosion. What separates Fawn Limbs from their contemporaries is their cyber-grind quality. This is a band uncompromising in their vision of a dystopian future. The way they use filters and effects sounds like they’re dissecting their own music, showing us something deeper, the mechanism, the sinew, muscle, and bone hiding within a seemingly simple down-tuned guitar riff.
"No one will heal, no wounds will dry
No one is safe
No one will flee from this
But I choose to depart from you
I choose to depart from you"
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