Prurient Unknown Rains

Taking 33 minutes to spell out a litany of ills that mark up as classic, pain-saturated Prurient in contrast with the more layered, nuanced narrative and more complex production values of his previous album, or that glaring ambient session with Regis in the Bird’s Eye View Into A Machiavellian World of Secrecy boxset.

Booting off with the infernal backdraft and flagellating vox of the album’s most succinct piece, Let Your Mind Free (Whip The Corpse), he veils sore chord progressions and distanced vox with needling distortion in the nine minutes of Before Rain Becomes Snow with a sort of post-rock/shoegaze appeal perhaps nodding to Justin Broadrick.

However, the album’s most captivating tract is the gaping black holer, In The Ruins of My Brother - where the distortion dissipates to the edges, allowing vast blooming bass flares and slithering high registers to wrap around the neck with a spacious, full spectrum dominance that recalls his Pleasure Ground classic, before Red Poppy Laughter slips back into an opiated sort of naval-gazing noise bliss.

So good, one for the haters.