Reviews of The Great Sonic Wave have started popping up… And I already miss the dedication of the underground fanzine and webzine diehards and how much time and energy they put into the listening and writing process. To me reviews were never about praise. I always prefer a first class bashing review over dozens of shallow praising ones. The good thing about getting reviews is actually getting them, which is better than not getting any at all. Yet, reading them is some sort of a self-loathing ritual.
The review from Monsieur Delire (He expects to be taken seriously with such a name) is simply pointless. Written by someone who thinks he’s way too knowledgeable , when obviously he knows shit.. actually the entire “review” can be compressed to one short sentence: “I liked the sounds and disliked the vocals”… and he considers this to be a review. Keep it up!
20.SV is a sound art project by Osman Arabi. And The Great Sonic Wave is a single 28-minute piece made of microsamples of metal objects, plus a track of vocals by Alan Dubin (of Khanate and Gnaw). A failed experiment in my book: I like the electroacoustic assembly work, but Dubin’s screams (and unimaginative effects) completely turn me off.
Third review from Bad Alchemy Magazin (In German – English translation was kindly done by Mr. Richard Eigner) is obviously way better than the two above. If more of research was conducted, the writer could have many questions answered and could have understood the album way better instead of trying to figure it out.. At the end of the text he says that Alan is screaming “Repent”.. but why would he? It’s “revenge” and not “repent”, Mr.!
This music, packed in a cover with subtle relief-print, was made by Osman Arabi, a lebanese native, who could be heard as Seeker, Yardas and also 20.SV on the finnish cassette label Cthulhic Dawn Productions, or as Shamanic Death Trance on Disease Foundry Recordings. With these records one could label him likely as Dark or Ritual Ambient, as one – albeit exotic – obscure Drone-guy.
Not that the 28 minutes we have here offer something fundamentally different. However with vocal details and above all the screams of Alain Dubin, the gore voice of OLD and since years the hellish tongue of Khanate, the whole is imparted with the flair of something, one reluctantly is suspended with being alone and in the dark.
One is seduced to label this Death Ambient, if the name wasn’t already taken. On the other hand the horror is what makes this especially appealing; the thrill by means of impressions of diabolic, pain, despair and anger until the final burst.
Where could one find more pain and agony than in the area, that Arabi, instead of calling it home, would rather erase with an atom bomb? If the music is twitching and Dubin is screaming himself to rage, a Black Metal fever is taking over oneself, that is hard to resist. The blackness of the music becomes a fathomless mirror, that one – being an infernal narciss – is almost unable to detach oneself of. “REPENT”, Dubin is howling. But despair and enragement are beyound good and bad. After all, what use does remorse have, ass-deep in FIRE?