Harsh Noise Wall Music

Prince of Air

Cover art by Olion & Joanna Kazuch.

Slaying the Prophets of Baal

Dense, multilayer and fearsome noise wall dedicated to the slaughter of prophets of false god Baal by prophet Elijah. See 1 Kings, chapter 18 for details of this glorious victory.

RatéDKPL

Paraphilic Sadomasochism

Two disorders. Two wounds pretending to be architecture. Paraphilic Sadistic Disorder. Paraphilic Masochistic Disorder. Viskos Apathie erects two slowly crawling monuments of delirious harsh noise wall—vast slabs of diseased electricity, grinding bone-dust through the teeth of a dead machine. The walls breathe. The flesh becomes static. Something enormous decomposes behind the speakers. No climax. No mercy. No exit. Only pressure. -Sir Kuliktavikt

No One Behind the Eyes

Depersonalization. To no longer inhabit oneself. To drift listlessly through fleeing days, a powerless spectator to one’s own nonexistence—an extinguished automaton, yet boiling quietly with anxiety beneath the surface. The ultimate disincarnation of being, suspended inside an ever-deepening vertigo. A muffled perception of the world. The sensation of witnessing everything else from behind a pane of glass—dirty, greasy, tarnished, dust-choked, veiled beneath the cobwebs of a thousand years. To feel— no. To KNOW —that our gestures are no longer ours. That everything surrounding us is merely subterfuge: some futile, haunted theatre performing itself for nobody. To live inside a waking nightmare. To attempt, often in vain, to anchor oneself through obsessive rituals and unhealthy compulsions. Anything to remain here. Anything to prove that here still exists. My hands tremble. An opaque fog settles over everything. Voices arrive from very far away. Mechanical. Deliberate. Calculated. Faces become representations of faces. Rooms become representations of rooms. The body continues its little procedures without asking whether anyone is still inside. And somewhere behind the eyes— nothing answers. ḙ̴̲̲͈̜͚̈́̐͋̄̑̚͜͝m̵̳̩͙͓̲͈̙̳̾̐̋͘͜͜p̴̛̺̲̭̩͖̞̝̘͚͑͛̃̓̅̐͊̈́̕ț̸́͛̏̎͘ý̵͎̥̪̣͊̈́ ̸͖͍͖̞͈͉̝̭̌͊̓́́̉͛̚͜v̸̧̛̀̈́̅͂̂̓̕a̶̙̖̘̓̅l̵̗͍̲̪̻̖̫͋̉̀̉ṳ̵̥̩̙͈͛̋́͋̂̽̑̆̇̋e̵̛̹͖͓͌̋̉̓̑ Listening to this album—so grey, so dim, so drained of all warmth—from minimal noise wall master Empty Value feels like sinking directly into the torments of depersonalization and derealization. A wall not erected before you, but somewhere between yourself and the world. And gradually, quietly, terribly— between yourself and yourself. A masterful work. -Sir Kuliktavikt

Extracting the Secret Name of Ra

Ambient noise wall with Egyptian background.

Blitzkrieg

Devastating lightning bursts of unrelenting, sharpened harsh noise. . Sonvol [Slovenia] Sonvol project born in 2006. First recordings made around 2000. First EP released in 2009. Constantly releasing since then - mostly harsh noise. https://krepproductions.bandcamp.com . [Listen. Save. Download] 'Blitzkrieg' by Sonvol .

Sado Rituals / IxSxDxSxTxP

Ambient and harsh noise walls for naughty girls and boys.

Roman Punishment

Inanition and Sado Rituals joined forces to proclaim sovereignty in the ancient HNW fashion of truly Roman harsh noise cruelty.

EP

When the Electric Sorcerer in Bat-Wings arriveth—mouth crammed full with dead cities and sepulchral teeth—the whole Universe becometh his prey-thing. All things grind within Him. Monuments. Human-insects. Sheet-metal. Rust of the world-that-was. Fauna, flora, the wind which shall moo no more... All swallowed into the Great Electrical Wrongness. All chewed. All becoming inside-meat. Big jaw snapping in the vacancy of the coming Abyss. CLACK—CLACK—CLACK. O great jaw. O idiot jaw of the after-world. Acid slobber dribbling down through the injured centuries, melting the bruised flesh from whatever still pretendeth to have a body. Skin goeth first. Then name. Then memorybone. Then the little secret animal behind the eyes. And blood. And liquefied grey matter. Running forever forever down down down a spiral staircase carved directly into the spinal column of eight billion vanished victims of the Subterranean Catastrophe. THE MAW REPLETE WITH IRON SCREWS, REMNANTS OF GUM-FLESH & AGENT ORANGE—YUM YUM, SAITH THE MOUTH -Sir Kuliktavikt

Problem Acquisition

ECHØVEIL Records is immensely pleased to present Problem Acquisition, an exclusive new offering from Whore's Breath — forty-three and a half minutes of absolutely masterful HARSH NOISE WALL, dripping with explosive feedback and strange electrical secretions, simultaneously abrasive and unexpectedly gentle on the eardrums, much like a good Dominican rum is gentle on the throat: it burns because this is apparently one of the ways pleasure has chosen to communicate with us. The sound here is raw, yes — but strangely liquid. Viscous. Libidinous. A great lubricated mass of electricity slowly burying body and soul beneath its impossible weight, ploughing through both with considerable enthusiasm. Electricity dreaming aloud about chthonic entities? Alcoholic verdigris scrubbing the small intestine? Perhaps. Perhaps this is a hunt. A GRAND ROYAL HUNT of the old world. The horns have sounded. The horses are foaming. Poodles have been nailed to the earth beneath golden crosses and are now tearing themselves in half in their eagerness to reach the bloody prey. But why bother killing the pheasants? Look upward. The sky has already taken care of everything. Apocalyptic and swollen, veined with glistening yellow-fuchsia streaks, it has quietly committed genocide against everything unfortunate enough to have lived beneath it.

Life After 2

The bolts are humming. There is a multicoLoreD metaphysical fire poker lodged somewhere inside my ribcage, and from the wound come schizophrenic butterflies, rabid phosphorescent cockroaches, soft winged screwdrivers (square-headed), blood-soaked Froot Loops, lunatic seashells, star-snow, dancing celery dipped in pink vinegar, chocolate praying mantises and enormous quantities of confetti in every possible—and several impossible—color. This is Aubade. One of the many unstable identities of experimental artist Angel B.—also responsible for Narehate, Beholden, Kept Woman, Muybridge and other mutations still crawling between names. Life After 2: six delightful transmissions, six to eighteen minutes each. Modular noise-muzik. Petrochemical psychosis. Burroughs cut-ups translated into sound and left fermenting beneath an explosive sky that shines-shines-SHINES over the night of asphyxiated days. Sometimes liquid: molten metal screaming. Sometimes gaseous: curare clouds giggling like tiny anthropomorphic cartoon mounds of cotton candy. Sometimes solid: asphalt to snort. I vomit manga pages while my spleen implodes. Katana-JAZZ?! A string quartet eating magic mushrooms—slightly sour, slightly sweet. Vapor-Noise-Emblematic-of-the-Flaccid-Suzerains? Yes. It is beautiful. I want to gouge out my eyes and stuff this sound-matter into the empty sockets instead. And finally see. In four dimensions. -Sir Kuliktavikt

I hated this place and I have come from it

LOUDsilence welcomes Crepuscular Entity back for round 4. Two long pieces of hard sound for toughest minds to take in. Raging harsh noise wall fires push out searing heat. Frequencies blare from all ranges. Catharsis is difficult but possible. 1. Faced with finality, I choose calamity 20:15 2. Faced with reality, I choose frivolity 24:18 The titles of the album and track on it are sourced from lyrics from the song 'The City Consumes Us' by The Delgados. All manipulation of sounds by Ken Jamison https://basementcorner.bandcamp.com/music . [Listen. Download. Repeat] .

Walls of R'lyeh: A Tribute to Howard Phillips Lovecraft

A noise, ambient and drone compilation dedicated to the works of the best horror writer ever.

Turin

This is a very personal effort for me. “Turin” is an ambient, dreamy, lo-fi, reverent meditation on the Shroud of Turin. Believed by some to be a miraculous image of Christ, it is not officially recognized by the Catholic Church, although Pope Saint John Paul II considered the Shroud the be a “mirror of the Gospel.” On this album, I use the Shroud as a deep source of reflection. By combining sound samples, pop songs, chants, static, filters and distortion, these tracks become hymns to Christ. -Saint Elisabeth

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Static Cult: Wall Noise Compilation

A HNW/ANW/DNW compilation.

EP

Harsh noise wall from 2023. Originally on Imploding Sounds. Previously also available on ice blue cassette.

Your prayers, your ardent desire to choose your own paths and push forward, they surpassed even my own.

A huge, three hours long work about falling into depression, helplessness and desperate efforts to dig out of this black hole. Slowly developing, layer-shifting ambient and harsh noise walling with a collaborative, static part in the middle. A thing to sink within and battle your inner demons, but the result remains up to you.

Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Allégresses

A tribute to an important monument in the history of Trois-Rivières, which was consumed by flames on October 3, 2024 -- Un hommage à un monument important de l'histoire de Trois-Rivières, qui fut consommé par les flammes le 3 octobre 2024