You could take the pile of pseudo-noise/exp./etc. tapes currently in my record room and build a great empire from their melted-down clay, but 7-inches of this sort are less common. Hell yes. Mannequin Hollowcaust, desirable despite their moniker, glom onto a detached strain of dro-noise collage that moves around its constituent parts like kids forming cut-up shapes into different permutations. That’s Side A, the title trizzee; the flip, “The World is a Wasteland” (and isn’t it?), adheres to a similarly off-kilter notion of percussion while pixelated noise bugs crawl in and out of the track like it’s a dead deer’s skull. Pretty soon all is blurred by an encroaching hoard of noise buzzards that chew up every available inch of aural real estate until there’s no room left for anything else. It’s been a locked-groove life lately, and “Wasteland” is no exception. Time to cowboy up, gentlemen.
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