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REVIEWS
RECTIVE
The strange and enigmatic figure
of The Sexecutioner is that rarest
of things, a true innovator and
breath of fresh air in the hackneyed
and sound-a-like world of power
electronics. While many copycat
power electronics acts think it
enough to simply blast out white
noise and shout the word 'fuck'
every so often in the hope that
it'll offend their parents, The
Sexecutioner has tackled this sub-genre
from a totally different and individual
perspective.
His debut release, the lavishly
titled Enter The Ovum Deluxe (CDR
2001), opens with the bawdy and
untainted strains of burlesque classic
'The Stripper', only to have its
rhythms twisted back on themselves,
slowed and disjointed; "Do
You cum here often?" asks a
heavily processed female voice.
Crashing white noise blasts out,
interrupted by the comic sounds
of a cuckoo clock. Track two begins
with still more burlesque sleaziness,
torn apart a moment later by cascading
noise, cut up and reverbed before
bursting yet again into another
synth distortion fest, interspersed
with harsh, jazzy plunderphonics.
From here on in the album descends
into a truly depraved catalogue
of sexual perversions and taboos,
each explored with unflinching sickness
and characteristic lack of restraint.
The
stuttered, whispering vocals of
'Insex' are spat out over the sampled,
looped refrain of "My Pussy
belongs to Daddy", crackling
classical music changes to droning,
which is decimated by crippled electronic
noise, liquid sounds play beneath
a distorted/vibrato entreaty to
"drink from the bearded cup",
all deviant life is here, all delivered
with either the blackest of humour
or a most worryingly accomplished
fervour. The piece de resistance
of this CDR though is undoubtedly
'Prinsexdie' a scathing attack of
the sycophancy and cloying sentimentality
surrounding the death of Princess
Diana. Revving engines, distorted
vocals seethe "Princess, Princess
why did you leeeave us?"; amplified
sounds of car crashes are followed
by grinding repetitious noise, relentless
and abrasive. The track ends in
a scathing parody of jingoism with
a whole choir singing 'Jerusalem'.
The Sexecutioner is a one man cabaret
of misanthropy and depravity, like
the Carry On team meets de Sade,
like a legion of lingerie wearing
mental patients on an alcohol fuelled
scatological and orgiastic raping
spree; both a truly original and
worthy addition to the world of
power electronics.
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