Roman Showers Throw Up Their Stomach Contents
Several weeks into June, there's no escaping summer: the sweltering season's here in all its flickering-horizon, bathed-in-sweat glory -- filthy, glaring, suffocating. Which makes this the perfect time for psychopathic burr-stuck noise blurts like Roman Showers' Show Me Your Stomach Contents.![]()
The joke, of course, isn't so much that Roman Showers are ordering listeners to puke on command so that they can examine our collective evening repast; it's more that they'd like to examine that steak tartar as we're actually digesting it.
Given the personnel toiling in the noise trenches here -- Dallas' Nathan Golub (of The Godless Girl and Ascites) and Houston's own Richard Ramirez, both current members of Ramirez's long-running Black Leather Jesus -- the length and the sustained upheaval on offer here aren't at all startling; the thrill comes in the textural gestures at play.
Following an introductory sample hints at either hardcore pornography or a waterboarding exercise, we're in for everlasting roil, recoil, fade, and surge -- 18 minutes and acid-chewed change of shuddering tectonic low-end rumble and omnivorous distortion that never quite relaxes into the benumbing, coruscating sameness and sandpaper generics that characterizes so much harsh-wall noise.![]()
Early on, CB-radio sputters jut and distend, suggestive of bleached-out simulations of actual conversations; eventually these echoes are subsumed by feedback levels that spike randomly beyond the red, microphone entrapped dead air buzzing, and frequencies that contract into live-wire whirlpools or high-pitches squeals before expanding just as suddenly.
The result is stimulatingly nautical and battle-royale pitched, with Golub and Ramirez's grating anti-tones elbowing one another for supremacy and, ultimately, totally kid-gloves free, as bracing as realizing too late that the Crest you've been using for a month is actually a tube of long-expired tanning lotion.
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