Crowhurst

Crowhurst’s new album ‘Come Find Me’ sounds like he hooked a Spiricom unit to a RAT distortion pedal, visited Hiroshima and recorded the screams of all those poor souls suffering a nuclear apocalypse through the medium of Casper The Friendly Ghost.  And then slowed that right down.

 

‘Sleeping on an abandoned factory floor’s slower-than-time, humungous distorted drones envelop what you feel is a familar song, though if you try to work out which one you will probably go insane.

 

After the initial drone blast, ‘Aghori Love Song’ has a creepier, dark ambient feel.  It sounds exactly like the Prometheus OST should have. It could have either dropped off a Nurse With Wound album, or a slasher film no-one has seen. Except me. The contrast between each piece gives the album great balance.

 

Crowhurst has moved on from his previous releases; matured almost. It’s difficult to believe this is the same guy responsible for ‘Fuck You Bono’, which was interesting, but lacked the heavy intent and arguably the sheer artistic effort. 

 

‘Come Find Me’ is the work of a very talented individual, who can turn 40 minutes in the centre of a drone fuckstorm into something fascinating and intricate.