Six years before No Balm In Gilead, Carve already contains something recognizable as Plague Mother, but the method is much starker. Two untitled pieces occupy roughly ten minutes each and seem almost designed to attack hearing from opposite directions. The first side is all exposed edge. The second begins as an enormous low vibration with almost nothing above it. Played consecutively, they feel less like companion pieces than two halves of the audible world being separated and examined one at a time.
Side A arrives as a sheet of intensely bright abrasion. During the opening seconds there is remarkably little low-end support, so the sound feels suspended directly in front of the ear rather than anchored underneath it. It sprays, hisses and tears without immediately revealing much body. Then deeper movement starts appearing beneath that surface. Around the first minute, the piece suddenly has more weight than it did at the entrance. For a while the two extremes coexist: a rough low churn underneath and a much sharper field burning across the top. Neither completely wins. The recording keeps changing which one you notice first.
That contest continues for most of the side. There are stretches where the bottom swells and temporarily makes the whole piece feel broader, followed by passages where the low material seems almost completely cut away and the abrasive upper layer is left exposed again. Around four to five minutes the recording becomes noticeably thinner, then rebuilds. Around five and a half minutes another deep movement pushes through. Later, near seven minutes, the character changes again and the harshest top-end material finally begins losing some of its dominance. By the last couple of minutes the piece has become rougher through the middle, less like pure electronic glare and more like several damaged surfaces being dragged across one another.
What makes the side work is the refusal to simply escalate. It keeps carving material away and putting different material back. The title becomes useful at the level of process. The recording does not sound constructed by accumulation alone. It repeatedly seems to remove parts of itself, leaving a new contour behind.
Then Side B starts, and almost the entire upper half of the world disappears.
For roughly its first three minutes, the second side is dominated by an extraordinarily low sustained vibration. There is almost no high-frequency activity at all. Compared with Side A, the effect is extreme enough to feel like someone has changed the playback system. The sound is not silent or minimal in physical terms. It is huge, but huge in a place the first side barely allowed itself to remain. Instead of scraping against the ear, it pushes against the room.
Very slowly, other material begins contaminating that low tone. Around three minutes, rougher middle frequencies start appearing. By three and a half or four minutes, the formerly near-pure vibration has acquired a dirty electronic crust. The transformation is gradual enough that the first appearance of these new sounds can be hard to locate afterward. What had seemed like one enormous fundamental starts breaking into a more complicated object. The low sound remains, but it now has machinery growing out of it.
Around five minutes the piece pulls downward again. For several minutes the huge bass presence regains control, although it never becomes as bare as it was at the beginning. By this point the recording has accumulated residue. Buzzing edges and distorted overtones remain attached to the vibration even when the lowest sound dominates. The final third gets steadily rougher. More midrange activity appears around seven minutes, increases through eight and nine, and by the end the seemingly elemental opening has been thoroughly dirtied.
That gives Carve a beautifully simple two-sided construction. Side A starts with too much edge and keeps revealing body underneath it. Side B starts almost entirely as body and gradually develops an edge. They do not meet neatly in the middle, but each seems to be approaching territory occupied by the other. Twenty minutes become a slow exchange of properties.
The physical object is considerably more austere than the later Plague Mother cassette we looked at. The black shell and monochrome artwork feel dense and severe, with the photographic imagery partially consumed by darkness rather than laid out for easy inspection. There is not much decorative distance between the object and the sound. The tape looks closed off. The recording spends twenty minutes cutting openings into it.
Hearing this beside No Balm In Gilead also makes the six-year distance interesting. The later tape is busier in its internal organization and more willing to let multiple layers coexist at once. Carve feels more primitive in the useful sense of the word: fewer gestures, longer commitments, harder contrasts. Plague Mother does not need many materials yet because the placement of those materials is already enough.
One side cuts from the top down.
The other cuts from the bottom up.
What remains between them is Plague Mother.
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