MP3DB.pro - Mourmansk 150 - No Volunteer 4 This Society (2009)

Mourmansk150 is a honest, uncensored & unrestrained expression of my deep hostility towards
the inequities, corruption, abuse, ignorance & perversion of our civilizations, our species
& the machinations of mans predominantly revolting existence. You, you, you, you, you, you
are responsible for my current neurosis, my mental impediment, my fucking psychosis You and
your legions of CRIME are responsible for my daily strain, my hate, my despair, my
frustration, my apoplexy, my malevolence, my PAIN!! .ö ..ö Kadaver is Michael Zolotov. A
project I started back in 2003 in order to vomit out and to drain the pus from what I feel
inside. Because the meaning of Kadaver is to create an atmosphere, a mirror to inner
sickness, sadness, depression, pain and grief and not to create ôartö û there is no specific
genre that can be attached to Kadaver. The sounds shifts from twisted dark ambient through
industrial till harsh noise and power electronics.ö There is a lot of shouting on the
Mourmansk150 and pictures of the duo in face masks bare chested white males. the
Kadaver release is a more *musical* mix of noises û see above û industrial sounds.
Significantly for me as you can also see above, both are using sound as a form of self
expression, not yet taken to its limit of ritualization and into religion but that is where
I guess it might (sadly) end. Not that I disapprove of these releases at all, they make a
point û but fail my test that noise is or should be ôdata without meaningö û and again who
am I to make this anything other than a piece of text. However, and I suppose both
exasperating and annoying those who simply want to make shit û be it angst ridden or not I
would like to make the point that such nihilism û self inflicted pain- or inflicted on
others is no different to the very phenomena they seek to deal with. To say briefly they are
in danger of becoming Zarathustra's ape. "O Zarathustra, here is the great city: here hast
thou nothing to seek and everything to lose. Why wouldst thou wade through this mire? Have
pity upon thy
foot! Spit rather on the gate of the city, andûturn back! Here is the hell for anchorites'
thoughts: here are great thoughts seethed alive and boiled small.ö My advice/critique to
these is the same as Zarathustra's.. ôBiteö.. ôAnd verily, what I saw, the like had I never
seen. A young shepherd did I see, writhing, choking, quivering, with distorted countenance,
and with a heavy black serpent hanging out of his mouth. Had I ever seen so much loathing
and pale horror on one countenance? He had perhaps gone to sleep? Then had the serpent
crawled into his throatûthere had it bitten itself fast. My hand pulled at the serpent, and
pulled:ûin vain! I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat. Then there cried out of me:
"Bite! Bite!