run out and buy the new CMJ New Music Monthly. then read the “review” of the new reissue of Throbbing Gristle’s 24-hour box set of their entire live catalog. it gets pretty close to the actual experience of listening to a TG record, actually, which is saying something. something like, “haaaammmmm burrrr gurrr laaaaay-deeeeeee!” …anyone unfamiliar with Throbbing Gristle should definitely also go and get either Throbbing Gristle’s Greatest Hits (always my vote for most ironic album title, EVER) or 20 Jazz Funk Greats, which are the closest things you’ll get to “accessible,” at least in connection to that fucked up band (and, by my count, DAMN FINE ALBUMS ANYHOW). hell! crazed, sense-deprived fucks like Negativland, Sonic Youth, Einsturzende Neubauten, and yes, even (Genesis P-Orridge’s post-TG band) Psychic TV can’t compare to the sheer, abrasive, unbalanced, completely senseless, migraine-inducing, teeth-rattling, MIND-HORROR that was Throbbing Gristle.
my god, the grinding. the grinding!
