An alright 9-minute-long noisecore EP made in 1986. The sound quality is beautifully ass due to being recorded on a cassette recorder. The drums aren't punchy enough, the guitar and walls of feedback are noisy, and Juntaro's screams have this nice, slight crunchiness to them.

They play classics like Dutch Wife ABC and Anal Boxing together with some other tracks; you know, Juntaro shouts the title, counts down, and noise mixed with gibberish screaming ensues. He even says "domo, ... read more

As if today had always been determined since the day I began Gerogerigegege.

In 2021, Juntaro became depressed. He thought about what he really wanted. He wanted all life on earth (not just humans, but also animals and nature) to be happy, without pain, illness, aging, or discrimination. But when he imagined that (impossible to achieve) world, he wasn't in it. When walking, his sense of reality faded—it was a dreamlike state—the people walking by looked happy, and he also was ... read more

What are the Geros trying to achieve with all the jerking off? This is a question I've had floating around in my mind since I went through their entire discography. Gero 30 and the other exhibitionists? They're probably there to do their thing, nothing more. Juntaro? Is it just for shits and giggles, for sexual pleasure, to rebel against conservative society, to display perversity, or sexual frustration? Is it all at once? We'll only know for sure when we get access to more ... read more

A slough is a wetland, and I think that nicely describes the overall sound of this, as it isn't really harsh, nor is it ANW. The 2nd and 4th tracks have these grinding, mechanical sounds in them, and I feel like "Train Cemetery" is a good way to describe those. The textures are pretty interesting here; it's not just crackling and popping, it also sounds like it's shifting. Pleasant, I highly recommend checking this one out.

At first I wanted to mention how well everything fits together despite this being a compilation of material from 1985-1986, but then I realized 3 tracks were recorded around the same time. Oh well!

Senzuri Power Up is more rock-like compared to its older brother, Senzuri Champion, but it's not a noisecore album full of brief tracks, countdowns, and noise outbursts. The guitar playing sounds like abuse when paired with the resulting noise and feedback. It's The Geros at their most ... read more

One of The Geros' most popular (live) albums, and for good reason, as it rocks! Every track (except the three sound checks) follows this formula: the drummer shouts the title and counts down Ramones-style; blazing fast noise ensues. You can make out what the drummer is playing, but Juntaro's bass (with the addition of tasty feedback), not so much. While you could say this is 35 minutes of the same thing being done 75 times, there is, surprisingly, a good chunk of variety. A beautiful, ... read more

SHOW ME YOUR OMANKO!!! Juntaro parodies Whitehouse; the title also references Hanatarash's 3: William Bennett Has No Dick. Show Me keeps repeating a sample Whitehouse loved to use while Juntaro screams "Omanko" (pussy) and "Show me your omanko, please". Erector features a background drone with a high-pitched chirping appearing once in a while; Juntaro screams "Ochinchin" (penis) and other stuff, with the occasional whisper of "Erector" and even a ... read more

Released under the name The Omanko (The Pussy) and the title being a parody of The Stalin's lyrics, this is just Juntaro stealing The Hater's Fuchait, which was released on his own Vis a Vis label. A mix of clanging junk/metal, an arpeggiating synth, and an atmospheric hum that amounts to a meh, not really interesting track.

The reissue expands the EP with unreleased material. There are a few new songs, like Untitled, which might be even better than the title track. It's a more depressing post-punk song with pained screaming coming from Juntaro. I don't have much to say about the other ones, as they're just decent punk bangers or post-punk tracks. There are also a few rehearsals/demos on here, showing the original tracks in a slightly different light. Side A of No Sound appears at the end for ... read more

The Gerogerigegege! One, two, three, four. A short and sweet punk EP that shows that Juntaro and Co. can make "proper" music. Water Business is a brief punk banger featuring Juntaro screaming out the title and steady, punchy drums. The title track is the highlight on here—it's a pretty good post-punk track featuring someone reading a scholarly book of the same name. It begins slowly, only to get fuller and slightly faster after a short interruption by audio of people having ... read more

This sounds like being in a glass of sparkling water, with ice cubes floating around you. At the base of each track there's this atmospheric hum, with these not-harsh crackles and clinks on top. Great, interesting textures, albeit something about it just doesn't scratch my brain enough.

Juntaro covers Teresa Teng's Aijin by creepily singing it while drenched in a sea of noise, while also playing the original in your right ear. There's something beautiful about Juntaro's take and how it's the opposite of the original. Hilarious, yet also a bit disturbing. Somehow, it's pretty good! I'm not even going to mention the burning of 2000 copies of this single; you've probably already heard about that.

While Tsuyu is perhaps a bit too loud and noisy to be completely ANW, it isn't too abrasive to not be somewhat "pleasant". The album has two sides, each one running for 30 minutes. Side A is the "calmer" one; a low-end rumble and high-pitched crackling slowly fade in for a few minutes, and a shifting windy sound also joins them. Side B follows a similar formula, except that there's no fade-in, and the rumble is harsher and more packed. It's like a noisier ... read more

Imagine Total Slitting Of Throats, except it's ANW. Parody aside, this is a pretty good album. It all begins with a rumble and progressively builds with soft crackles and a hum, only to go back to a quieter rumble near the end. I really like how the track progresses and, of course, the textures; the release certainly deserves more attention.

I have only heard Utsu and Jaki Matsuri '89 Live, but this album has to have the most normal singing from Kengo; although, it's still somewhat creepy. The record gives off this ominous atmosphere. Besides the acoustic guitar, there's an alto saxophone and some really cool drums at times, which certainly make the tracks where they appear better. Beautifully disturbing folk, with great cover art by Suehiro Maruo.

Static Universe's page describes it as recordings of the crackling void of the universe, and I think that's a really good description of the album. There's this drone in the background of each track that makes you feel like you're in space when combined with layers of pleasant crackles. Put this on and drift through the void.

Unreleased material from the sessions for The Prosperity Of Vice, The Misfortune Of Virtue. I don't have anything to say that I didn't already say about the proper album itself; this is just worse than that. There are animal sounds on this so that's something, I guess.

This release compiles 5 different 2020 Rita releases (Déchéance, Stage Makeup and Fibreglass, Mary Kerridge, Goneril & Regan, and The Rita / Scarlet Diva). It's Harsh Noise Wall stripped to its most minimal form: just the crackling; source sounds are completely deconstructed. If listening to HNW is an obsession, this is a whole other level of being obsessed with sound.

The imagery on these releases is very interesting. They reference historical figures (Elizabeth ... read more

I told myself I wouldn't be reviewing these releases separately, but this is a split, so I guess I'll give Scarlet Diva some justice. Rita's Breaking In The Shank is another of these minimal crackle-only tracks; the crackling is pretty harsh, though. There's also the sound of water and something being scrubbed in the background, I think. Scarlet Diva's Thing of Beauty begins with a woman humming to herself, only to get interrupted with a muddy, crunchy noise wall.

The first proper, really minimal Rita release (as far as I know). A production of Richard III broadcast by the BBC in 1965 is turned into mere crackles. Okay, there is a bit more to this than the crackling itself; there are these electronic swishes beneath it. The crackles on Woodville have more of a punch than the ones on Beaufort.