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Discordance Axis
Hydra Head Records

Rating: NR/10 ?

October 1, 2004
Hmmm, Discordance Axis. This should be good. I put my headphones on and pressed play. I felt an odd tingling as the onslaught of inhumanly fast guitar immediately rushed from the Discman up the headphone wires and into my ears. The slightly uncomfortable tingling turned into a dull, pulsating ache as the singer's feral growl worked its way to my cerebral cortex. The machine gun rhythm section felt like it a sledgehammer being wielded by a tweaked out robot, pounding my brain into mush. Flailing around for something to hold onto, my vision was getting cloudy as everything started to turn white. At the forty-five second mark I didn't know if I was going to make it any longer.

Discordance Axis was waging war with every cell in my body. Then the song abruptly stopped. I was given a reprieve. Catching my breath, I tried to think back on the past minute, but found my memory hazy, as if my brain had blocked out a traumatic event. Then as quickly as it had stopped, the next song burst into my eardrums. Not prepared for the violent onslaught, my legs buckled, toppling me to the ground. The guitar, bass, and drums were being played so fast that the information overload was threatening to overtake my brain and shut down all bodily functions. I knew things had gone terribly wrong when the singer's voice transitioned from growl to banshee shriek. That's when I felt a warm, sticky liquid trickle out of my ear, make the slow curve around my jaw, and pool at the base of my chin. Not being able to take the headphones off or stop the CD player on account of the uncontrollable flailing of my arms, I knew that I was doomed unless I could somehow make it through the rest of Jouhou.

By the eighth song I lay helplessly writhing in a pool of blood and urine on the ground. The pain was unbearable as intense muscle spasms caused my bones to break and splinter, puncturing my skin in multiple places. The grindcore was living up to its promise as my clenching jaw ground my teeth together into powder that when mixed with my saliva threatened to clog my throat and cut off my breathing. The next song had me holding onto consciousness by mere fingertips. The only thing stopping me from giving in was the thought of what the band would do to my helpless body once my unconscious brain stopped fighting it. Song nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one rolled by testing my faith in my strength and will to live. I was now in a mortal lock with the music that was devastating my body. Not letting up for a second, Discordance Axis play their thirtieth song as fast and hard as their first. Coughing up what just minutes ago used to be my internal organs, tears roll down my cheeks as I remembered the loved ones I would miss. I was seconds away from giving up and admitting defeat when the music stopped. The CD was over. Tears of sadness were replaced by tears of joy. My body lay wrecked and ruined, maybe never to recover, but I couldn't help but feel elated. I had wrestled with music that had sent me to hell and back and had come out on top. If what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I had never felt this powerful in my life.

Reviewed by Kevin Alfoldy
An aspiring global adventurer who cut his teeth on the sandy beaches and dirty bitches of Southern California, Kevin Alfoldy now spends his non-vacation days in Brooklyn, New York, where he occasionally finds the time to rub the crust out of his eyes long enough to contribute reviews and feature articles for LAS. A longtime staff member, Kevin also captains the tattered, often half-sunk raft of EPmd, our irregular column of EP reviews.

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