![]() His conviction is remarkable, and parts of this tape really push at the barriers. He’s certainly determined to tell us about them at some length, whether we want to listen or not, and this eloquence extends to certain verbose track titles, some of which sound like a cross between a Surrealist poem and the instruction sheet for a piece of violent performance art. It’s not the kind of dumb over-loud distorto noise that every harsh-wall impersonator used to come up with 20 years ago, rather an unending series of absurd and nauseating tones, and Barzabal acts as if he’s the custodian of some new facts and discoveries about the genre. What I like mostly about this grisly lump of filth is the unceasing absurdity of it – it’s like he can’t stop himself from uttering one profanity after another, and he keeps going with it long past the point of common sense. Sadly there’s none of that guitar-mangling diablery on offer here, but even so it’s clear our man Leandro was born to be a “sadique” of the music world, remorselessly twisting any instrument or device that he can seize with his iron tongs. He did evil things with an electric guitar which have already passed into legend in the Le Marais district. The Parisian label that put this monster out has a story about seeing Barzabal play a live set where he seems to have taken over the situation much like an invading pirate boarding a galleon – in fact it’s not even clear if he was meant to be playing there. His Bris De Clôture ( SCUM YR EARTH SCUM TAPES 106) comprises six tracks where he torments the living daylights out of his custom modular synth. Great cassette tape of evil, sick synth goop from Leandro Barzabal, an Argentine fellow living in Paris.
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