SHOSTAKOVICH'S 5TH PLAYED BACKWARDS IN A CONCRETE SILO by SHEET NOISE

SKU141938
ArtistSHEET NOISE
TitleSHOSTAKOVICH'S 5TH PLAYED BACKWARDS IN A CONCRETE SILO
LabelL.I.E.S.
Catalog #LIES-223
Tag
ReleaseW 04 - 2026
FormatVinyl - EULP
Exclusive
 € 28,99 incl. VAT, excl. shipping

Tracks

  1. reactor iv
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/a1._reactor_iv.mp3
  2. tastes like metal
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/a2._tastes_like_metal.mp3
  3. iron lung ballet
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/a3._iron_lung_ballet.mp3
  4. mutton
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/a4._mutton.mp3
  5. year zero
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/b1._year_zero.mp3
  6. scram
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/b2._scram.mp3
  7. kompromat lullaby
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/b3._kompromat_lullaby.mp3
  8. berlin
    https://objectstore.true.nl/rushhourrecords:files/tracks/l/lies-223_shostakovichs_5th_played_backwards_in_a_concrete_silo/b4._berlin.mp3

Description

Tastemaker and cult figure among some, noise vendor among others… lurking somewhere in the shadows between London and Paris, the man known as Sheet Noise emerges out of the blue with his debut LP, Shostakovich's 5th Played Backwards in a Concrete Silo.

A direct shock to the system: equally beautiful and evil, abrasive yet uncomfortably calming. The feeling that something is about to happen at any minute—impending love or hatred blaring from the speakers at breakneck speeds. Heavy-duty, reactor-melted junglism; twisted samples buried under layers of dust and static; familiar voices in unfamiliar places.

This eight-track album is as intense as it can get. Don’t call it ambient. Don’t call it jungle. Don’t call it noise. Just strap yourself into the electric chair and get ready for the end.

A classic in the making.

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