Sometimes, it seems like the internet needs to be furnished with a warning notice: »Abandon all hope, who ye who enter here!« Trump, the collapse of Germany’s government, the organized hunt of Jews in Amsterdam – all in one week. And now, another album by The Body? Great. During the last decade, the duo has repeatedly succeeded in sending me onto downwards spirals via creative variations of Noise, Industrial and Metal. Sometimes, they overwhelm in the style of Masonna, sometimes, they unsettle not unlike early Sun O))). Only to suddenly make me tear up via minimalist Folk songs. There are few projects able to combine aesthetic radicalism with various styles this seamlessly. Alas, the quality is notoriously inconsistent. A few albums have their lengths, others are full of gimmicks.
Thus, I’ve approached The Body’s newest album »The Crying Out Of Things« somewhat cautiously. It’s full of unadorned Noise, blood-curling wails and hypnotic beats. The result is both more reduced than »No One Deserves Happiness« and more varied than »I’ve Seen All I Need to See«. Instead, The Body plays to their strengths. Especially, the first half contains some of the most gripping songs the duo has ever produced – the second is solid, but more linear. It caters to existing fans, while also providing a rewarding entry point to a disturbing discography. In a world that has less and less spaces to breathe, The Body offers exercises in living without expectations.
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