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:	post by litacore at 2006-07-18 01:31:05

fuck yes
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ERASERHEAD - Original Soundtrack - CD - International Record Syndicate - 1982
review by: Larissa Glasser

http://www.maelstrom.nu/ezine/vaultreview_iss42_2924.php

Every artist, particularly in the black metal scene, has the almost scientifically certain likelihood of creative doors of perception being blasted open by listening to the soundtrack to the David Lynch film "Eraserhead." Regardless of whether you’ve managed to sit through the actual movie (which is, like so many of his other films, an endurance test for the mind), this mostly ambient soundtrack captures desolation, urban decay, and rusty obsolescence better than most other media.

This soundtrack is a standalone work. Even repeated viewings of the film are wiped from memory, except during the snippets of dialogue, which are mercifully short. Factory whistles bleat in the background, hissing radiators struggle in vain to stave off the cold air, carnival music squeezes as from down a vast, copper corridor, and finally, the wailing of the torso it-baby with a voice thinner than a mosquito’s wing yet sharp enough to pierce the most seasoned eardrum.

By the second half of the soundtrack, Eraserhead has managed to suspend disbelief long enough to offer a more subdued, moaning stream of drone with much less dialogue, despair with the G-force of hurricane winds, and finally, in a VERY futile attempt to satiate his human yearnings while caring for his premature it-baby, attempted affair with the woman living across the hall (she is understandably repelled by his deformed offspring). One of the best points comes around the nine minute mark of this second half, when the it-baby unleashes an incessant wail drenched with reverb and frostwinds. Pregnancies, abide this ordeal.

Lord knows what cohesion David Lynch was attempting with "Eraserhead." Full of startling imagery, the film took over five years to make, but it put Lynch on the map. The soundtrack, taken as its own dose, is equally perplexing. Just as the listener grows zombified by incessant cityscape drone, the album cuts short like instant death. Eraserhead a is wholly unsettling listening experience.

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