Today, Portland’s apocalyptic bass-and-drums duo TOWERS, officially unloads their gruesome sophomore LP, II, via the Eolian Empire den of depravity, with cult rock underworld portal, The Obelisk, opening a gateway into their structural hellishness.
Through their creeped-out style of grimy, sludge/noise-coated, oscillating madness, the Portland, Oregon-based gruesome bass-and-drums twosome known as TOWERS‘ sophomore album is virtually a solitary audio segment, the more than thirty-six minute-long loop of II broken into its four individual title segments. “Foreboding atmospheres loom throughout” notes the Taskmaster of The Obelisk, onII, continuing, “and the more extended pieces only seem to enhance that dread with a violent bass and drum noise that emerges like a sudden temper set off. Duncan’s voice can either drone over his own bass or shout deep-mixed echoes that would be punkish were it not for the theatricality surrounding. Swan meets the churning progression of ‘In the Room of Misfortune’ with a devil’s brew of tom runs and cymbal crashes, the whole thing feeling un-linear, unhinged, swirling and malevolent as they bring II to its terror-grooving head.”
Let the two pillars of TOWERS’ II disintegrate upon you; The Obelisk is your entryway. Enter HERE.
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Formed following the demise of psych-garage act The Troglodytes, TOWERS melds elements of doom, no wave, new wave, industrial, noise rock, and soundscapes into rough-hewn monolithic monstrosities simultaneously disturbing and tantalizing. Both primitive and futurist, TOWERStranscends musical movements, molding Promethean monoliths out of doom, sludge, no wave, new wave, industrial, and psychedelia. Recorded in full analog, at the same studio as the Shins and Decemberists, TOWERS‘ II LPpurposefully shifts through a procession of primal mutant grooves, oscillating hooks, sludgy crawls, cavernous experimental explorations, and haunting, swinging marches marked by the barked Teutonic invocations and ghostly incantations of the wounded and beaten. IIis a huge, enveloping beast of a record that captures the unique crushing intensity of their live sets.
“II’s oppressiveness takes different forms, but what’s tying the album together most of all is a portrayal of otherworldly toxicity made real and concrete through righteously vile and unwelcoming noise.” – The Obelisk
“Hold on, I just dropped a dose of sonic acid and smoked a huge bag of weird as fuck!” – Cvlt Nation
“The vocals are that of a mental inmate on his spiral into madness. There is a kinship with bands like Black Cobra, Old Earth, Noothgrush and a band called Lighting Bolt here.” – Absolute Zero Media
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