Releasing something "as is" (or "vomiting some sounds", if you will) could probably tell you something about the artist, something a more curated output couldn't. I don't know if I could stomach doing so myself. It takes guts. I find myself wishing for two or three "vomits" to be elaborated upon. Like for example the screaming that starts at the end of track #5. It sounds like someone is hurting themselves in some way, like maybe stubbing a toe. That could have gone on for longer—purely as a sound, I mean. Kind of reminds me of that Neubauten song where the band members start kicking each other in the guts and record the sound. I don't expect that level of commitment, though. Artists already suffer enough for their art. Or that short loop of a machine sound as if from some machine manufacturing other machines (track #7). That could also have gone on for longer. Hypnotic. Like watching your laundry go round and round. Or watching a machine manufacturing other machines. I can see the potential in the shorter bits, and maybe that's the point. Anything could become something. The vacuum can't always tell us what, though.
As for the longer pieces (up to 27 minutes), these are the meat and bones of the whole collection. It starts right away. No hesitation. Harsh. Was it the best choice of a starting track? Eh, sometimes it's just better to jump right in. What comes second might be just as harsh, but equilibrium has been reached. Your body is ready. A factory runs you over and it's a nice feeling. You reach higher and higher without having to climb. What the hell am I talking about‽ The shepard collects. Did I just get fucked by a manufacturing plant? Nine months later, I give birth. I call it Tetsuo (鉄男). Tracks 1 to 3 are apparently the meat and bones of the meat and bones. A huge sledgehammer against a matching anvil. Metal against metal. Pure and distorted. Everything is huge now. A trip without drugs. That is also the power of music. A shapeshifter. It can be anything you need it to be.
Track #2: I sit in my brother's room turning the knobs on his radio receiver. Shortwave. Longwave. Distant voices. Static. Number stations. Music comes out.
Track #8: near silence. I get impatient. The contrast is hurting my ears. My thoughts in the vacuum are just as harsh as any sound could ever wish to be. Build-up. The soundboarding starts again. A relief. In a room nearby, muffled by layers of concrete, someone is practicing their drumming. I imagine a building of many rooms. The band is scattered. No communication other than through massive walls. Vibrations. Put your hand on the wall. Somewhere, vents open. Fans circulate the air. I'm floating. Eventually, the sound must stop and the silence is deafening. The link is severed. Through a backdoor, the band leaves without talking.
Side-note: Soundvomit by drugvomit also works if you have earplugs in. Not to say that you need earplugs. I just happened to have earplugs in while writing this "wordvomit" (the body silence helps) and wanted to listen to everything one last time. I can only imagine what it would be like listening to this in a huge abandoned manufacturing plant with speakers the size of a small house. How the sound waves would become physical. With your ears gone, you would only feel the waves, but this would be enough.
