CONURE: Stream CD Edgetone Records
You are either gonna get this or you are not. I for one was initiated into Conure a long time ago when I witnessed their visceral, albeit rather short set in the States. I have my momentary monkey on my shoulder that likes things experimental and noisy and occasionally it needs feeding; Conure fit the bill right here because it aint quiet or pleasant at all. Good.
From the off this is an organically noisy and sometimes necessarily messy gritty animal that is as filthy as it is precise. Layer upon layer of field recordings whir and hum in the background with crunching grinding electronics that squelch and to the untrained ear this would appear pointless; my ears are pretty much up to sketch on this approach.
Just when it all starts crashing, at the point where even I start to teeter off attention wise Mark Wilson grabs my ears with ‘Sycan’ which throws in a warm ambient tone which fills out the blistering just where it’s needed the most, at it’s make or break stage where you just might have had enough.
This is pretty much the angriest I have heard Mark and whilst I may have preferred his debut release from some time ago there is a lot to be said for having those moments when you want to let it all go and see what it sounds like when you hit a wasps nest with a baseball bat (with added screaming at the realisation at what you have just done), for the sheer fuck of it no less.