#cyanidetooth

10 tracks, 36 minutes.

NU CYANIDE TOOTH ALBUM 4 U

Haunted atmospheric beachcomber goth.

CYANIDE TOOTH covers electric eels on Sockeye's label Wheelchair Full of Old Men.

Surveying a handful of years, MAP is 11 cuts of fried but semi-accessible electronics via skewed beat mash-ups, hypnagogic techno, warped covers of Alice Cooper & Television plus swamp gas hip-hop and a death disco denouement.

The latest tape from NYC’s Cyanide Tooth (also one half of Maximum Ernst) jets down a neo-early-industrial track. Reminding me of the likes of early 80s Cabaret Voltaire, somewhere in that soft nexus of electrical alienation and mutant dance floor innovation. See “Clank City Club”, for instance. Obliterated recordings of some non-Western reed instrument bleat over the incessant thumps of a stalled engine. On “Chartered Trip”, grooves lurk but cascade on top of each other, weaving an itchy (but not abrasive) blanket. What sounds like 40 superimposed field recordings of Mr. Tooth’s 10th birthday party at the local laser tag outpost form a thick, crusty coat of frosting on top. On the second side, “Radio Eater” brings a little more heat with jagged static grind and high frequency penetration pushed right up to the fore. “Lo-Hi-O” latches onto a vocal fragment and blasts off into the syncopat-o-sphere. “Transcendental Llama” (featuring electric baglama—yeah, I had to look it up too—by Roy V) makes for a true change of pace. Dare I say “ambient” classification might be on the table, if it weren’t for the rapid, relentless, uneven strumming that underpins the affair. I’ll be honest, on first listen, I kept waiting for the Holy Molar to jump out from behind a bush and jab a feedback icepick in my ear, but lo and behold he’s content to surf the sonic sea, one with the spirit of the universe. Might this noisenik be mellowing as he matures? We won’t know until the next cassette drops! 

6/17/2025