Enter The Death Van...
After months and months of working on it, reworking it, and getting lots of contributions from my friends Waves Crashing Piano Chords, Foie Gras, <(O)>, Hashima, Yuggoth, Opacities, Dive Signals, Tanner Garza (Black Leather Jesus), Darwin Raymond, Wet Dream Asphyxiation, and a bunch more- this labor of love is complete and streaming.
You can listen to it here: http://crowhurst.bandcamp.com/album/death-van
For fans of William Basinski, Swans, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, ISIS, Naked City, Sunn, Locrian, Non, Earth, Mamiffer, and other colossal sound artists. This album is an orchestra of chaos, intensity, power, order and disorder. We think that it's our best work.
We are proud and honored to announce that the album will be released on vinyl by the incredible Placenta Recordings and cassette (with secret alternate artwork) by Static Reason USA!
The details
The vinyl will be limited to strictly 250 copies. All of the records and tapes are being produced and printed professionally, and will all include a code to download the record as soon as your contribution is made (or, pretty damn soon after we see it) in an email!
The CS will be packaged in body bags!
+++ The price of these records includes shipping to the USA. +++
Things people have said about Death Van already...
"Death Van, if you can look past that goofy cover art, is easily his best work to date and has someone guesting on almost every track. He magnificently weaves between blissful noise and noisy bliss, although I’m more inclined to lean towards the blissful noise. This is some supreme harshness, boiling power electronics mixed with monolithic drone, caustic industrial shredding, and lurking beneath it all, bittersweet melodies full of gloom & heartache. So much going on here and it’s all beautifully hellish and fucking relentless, songs that are nonstop from start to end, each burning its own hole in your skull, bulldozing you with crumbling walls of static & deep bone rattling bass, and somehow putting the most euphoric twist on it like the warmth in the final seconds of your life. This record is 100% awesome, and if you’ve listened to Crowhurst before and were like, “yeah, that was cool” but haven’t kept up with his output, this is the one to come back to. And if you’re altogether new to this dude, now’s the fucking time to get in on this." - Justin Snow // Anti Gravity Bunny
"...Makes me think of Wagner: it’s big, ambitious, brutal, noisy, driven, in-your-face..."
-The Final Judgment
"The noises roll through and around the listener as a slow and constant waves of sound, bringing one in and out of a claustrophobic sort of madness filled with sharp sounds and feedback. After a while, rather than feeling fear or horror, a dull euphoria sets in. By this point, you've given up on hope and instead you've embraced the insanity--this is the point where Crowhurst excels. When one is forced to find solace in the bleakest of places, Crowhurst is able to effectively guide the listener in any direction. With the help of more than a couple friends, (almost every song here has multiple guests), Crowhurst drives the Death Van full of listeners on a guided tour of Hell in a way that's almost comforting. When we are able to look fear and misery in the eye, we are able to make peace with them. At its peak moments, this album takes the hideous and makes it beautiful. By the time we've all been beaten into submission, the gag is taken from our mouths and the chains are undone. An almost blissful rendition of the Death in June classic "Rose Clouds of Holocaust" provides a final moment of comfort and beauty, much like the last ten minutes of mental function before brain death occurs. The end is abrupt, yet haunting, leaving you with only one option: to enter the Death Van once again and repeat the cycle."
-Black Metal and Brews
"Crowhurst's new "Death Van" plays out like a slasher flick for acid victims. Crowhurst’s latest album doesn’t start off with some grandiose introduction. There’s no 30 seconds of suspenseful silence that gives way to the tinkling of cymbals or the throb of a subtle bass line fading in. From the moment this album starts, you know you’re in deep shit. The Death Van isn’t approaching, you’re already in it-- pants around your ankles, gasping for breath with Crowhurst’s fingers in your throat. This initial anxiety attack lasts around fifteen minutes, and the rest of the album doesn’t get any more comfortable or inviting from there. They’re back, and they didn’t come to pleasure you. Get ready to squirm."
- Walt Liquor // Florida Noise Ordinance