We’re over the edge from the very first second here, with the infamous hellish scream launched by Margaret Chardiet, at the time 22 and a fashionable figure in New York counterculture. The ceremonial narrative she sets up is immersed in a framework of funeral noise, building to a confrontation without compromise. From power electronics to dark shamanic ambient, one Dantean state follows another, bewildering in their sordidly prodigious intransigence.
