Well, both the EP title and the band name are weird mouthfuls I'm not entirely comfortable with, but this 5-song short take is a great example of prog cabaretic techno-industrial metal long on futuristic visions ominous and baleful. Westin Halvorson is another musician-cum-actor-type grittily imbued with a manic passion producing a powerful sound colliding Rammstein, Killing Miranda, Skrew, NIN, Hyperhead, KMFDM, and all the killer modern electro-influenced pounders. Like Alice Cooper, Manson, and Chico Fellini, the guy has a playwright's feel for brutal stage sentiments and presentation, laying out tableaus with dark passions and spitfire intensity beautifully offset by pools of calm, quivering sidestreams of nervous reflection.
Frankly, I can't get enough of this stuff and am always on the hunt for it. Having recently discovered the superb Sister Machine Gun, I was elated to receive this little gem in the mail, nicely beefing up a slim CD shelf of crossbred masterpieces. Halvorson doesn't just thrash out the power chords but employs a number of styles, whatever's appropriate to get the point across. Thus, it's not too surprising when he whips out some great Glen Buxton lines in the title cut (ending with a hilarious choked-off send-up of political paranoia) along with the nightmarish electronica.
The production gents on Blasphaestetic are impressive—Steven Bier Jr. (aka 'Madonna Wayne Gacy' of Marilyn Manson), Brian Diemar (Ministry and Revolting Cocks), and Rae Dileo (Filter and Veruca Salt)—and Desillusion has opened for heavyweights Frontline Assembly, Powerman 5000, Genitorturers, and others. The disc is on par with Alice Cooper's Welcome to My Nightmare, Chico Fellini's Chico Fellini, and Killing Miranda's Consummate*for metalle noir and atomic cinematic punch. The only drawback is that it's so damned short. Desillusion is a prime group and absolutely deserves full-blown deluxe treatment. Westin Halvorson's an intelligent and viscera-churning composer and musician; short-timing his talents like this is on the order of criminal.
On the other hand, if you're a fan of all the groups I mentioned, then screw my frustrations (which will soon also be yours anyway): rush out and buy the motherfucker. Like me, you'll probably spin it three times straight through before taking a breath…and that's almost as good as getting a full release.
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