In these waning days of humanity, democracy, freedom, clean air, good taste, low class, and sensible shoes, it’s great to be able to have pleasant surprises serve as a beacon of light to show that not everything is a flaming dumpster fire of horse shit. Whether it be your favourite sporting organization achieving that elusive post-season spot, finding a ten-spot on the ground, or discovering that the Total Recall remake wasn’t half bad, it’s great to be able to keep on the sunny side before our lungs turn black and the urban battles against too-much-belly-and-not-enough-neck, autocratic non-thinkers commence.
Personally, your goofy hack of note is taking extreme pleasure in the discovery of these Swiss avant-garde freakazoids. Although Extinct is the quartet’s fifth album and yours truly is admittedly about as late to the game as one could possibly be! A lineup featuring drums, bass, electronics, bass clarinet, and violin is absolutely non-traditional when it comes to the creation of dense peals of thundering heaviosity. However, Convulsif take an inspirational strip off of the likes of GOD, Painkiller, Godflesh, Swans, Napalm Death, Naked City, and SunnO))) in making undeniably oppressive noise via weighty tone, incisive distortion, and dissonant unease.
Extinct runs a mere four songs and 25 minutes, never overstaying its welcome, but offering enough of a balance between knuckle-sandwich-to-the-throat power, gallery-ready esoterica, and avant-garde exploration. It’s an album that makes its presence known quickly and with a deep imprint and possesses the density and layers to have listeners discovering something new with each spin. I still can’t believe Convulsif has flown under my personal avant-noise radar for as long as they have. How Extinct compares to the band’s previous works, I don’t know, but you can bet that an exploratory commission has already been formed – with this latest masterpiece blasting in the foreground – in order to right this egregious wrong.