Enfer Boréal - 2007 - L'Espace Des Éternités Possibles CDr

Ikuisuus – IS-015  207.95MB FLAC

 L’Espace des Éternités Possibles occupies a peculiar place between a first recording and a fully formed private universe. Maxime Primault assembled it at home in Rennes during August 2007 from guitar, electronics, turntables, bass, radio, keyboards, and voice, but the result rarely behaves like a demonstration of separate instruments. Sources enter layers of processing and repetition until they become difficult to locate, leaving behind rotating tones, submerged melodies, electrical dust, and low movements that seem to continue beyond the edges of the recording. Released under the name Enfer Boréal, meaning roughly “northern hell,” the album sounds less infernal than suspended between climates. Warm electronic glow passes through colder air; soft melodic shapes appear inside rough surfaces; distant voices and radio traces make the surrounding emptiness feel inhabited without revealing who or what might be present.

The title can be translated approximately as The Space of Possible Eternities, while the two tracks divide that space into philosophical directions. “A Parte Ante” names eternity extending backward, without beginning, and “A Parte Post” eternity continuing forward without end. The present moment stands between them as an almost impossibly narrow threshold. Primault’s two pieces mirror one another across that threshold, each lasting slightly more than twenty-one minutes. They are not simple past and future illustrations, but parallel environments built from sounds that seem to remember where they came from while continually changing into something not yet known. Repetition becomes the mechanism joining those directions. Every loop returns from the past, yet each return alters the future of the piece.
“A Parte Ante” begins as though the listener has entered after the music has already been sounding for years. A low field turns slowly beneath blurred keyboard tones and processed instrumental residue. There is no decisive opening gesture, only gradual detection. Elements move into focus, remain long enough to establish an atmosphere, and then become obscured by the next layer. This creates an unusual feeling of memory without narrative. The music suggests something remembered, but never supplies the event being recalled. A sunken melodic fragment might imply an old devotional recording, an abandoned soundtrack, or music leaking from another apartment, yet its origin remains inaccessible. Primault preserves the emotional pressure of recollection while removing the photograph attached to it.
The turntables and radio are especially important because they introduce sound that has already lived elsewhere. A radio signal arrives carrying an unknown broadcast, location, speaker, or fragment of music. A record contains another performer’s preserved time, physically replayed by a needle moving through a groove. Primault absorbs those imported histories into his own layers until citation becomes atmosphere. The original materials lose their names but not their age. Their worn and distant quality contrasts with the electronics being produced in the room, making “A Parte Ante” feel populated by several eras simultaneously. The past is not presented as a neat archive. It is a fog of surviving signals whose relationships can no longer be reconstructed completely.
The piece’s gradual movement also reveals the difference between stasis and slowness. Enfer Boréal may initially resemble drone, but the music is continually travelling. Loops rotate at different speeds, textures fade at uneven rates, and a background detail can quietly become the central event before the listener notices the transition. Primault does not mark these changes with dramatic edits. The entire landscape appears to turn, bringing another surface toward the ear while carrying the previous one out of sight. By the time the sound has clearly changed, the moment of change is already impossible to identify. This produces the sensation of time passing without measurable units, closer to watching daylight alter a room than following a conventional composition.
“A Parte Post” moves toward the future, but it does not sound clean, technological, or optimistic. Its future has already accumulated dust. The same mixture of electronics, instrumental resonance, radio, and unstable repetition remains present, although the layers seem to open onto a slightly wider psychic space. Tones stretch toward continuation rather than returning solely as memory. A phrase can feel as though it is trying to escape its loop, pushing toward a destination the recording will never reach. Eternity a parte post is not timeless perfection. It is endless extension from the present, and Primault makes that idea both seductive and unsettling. Continuation promises possibility, but it also removes the mercy of a final boundary.
The voice appears less as a singer than as another half-concealed source. Human presence is audible, yet language rarely takes command. This treatment anticipates a recurring quality in Primault’s later projects, where voices, percussion, loops, and melodies create ritual space without establishing a conventional narrator. Under the High Wolf name, he would develop a more rhythmic, humid, and outwardly psychedelic sound, while Black Zone Myth Chant would push repetition into denser electronic and hallucinatory territory. Enfer Boréal feels like an early chamber in that larger architecture, colder and more solitary but already concerned with trance, obscured cultural memory, and the possibility that repetition can alter consciousness rather than merely decorate time.
The home-recorded origin remains essential. Nothing feels detached from the practical act of one person assembling layers in a room. The music has depth, but not the frictionless depth of expensive studio illusion. Signals rub against one another. Loops carry uneven edges. Some tones appear too close while others are buried far behind them. These differences create the album’s geography. Primault does not imitate an immense cosmic space by polishing away every trace of the room; he allows modest equipment to generate scale through accumulation. A turntable, radio, keyboard, bass, and effects can become enormous when their sources are no longer required to preserve ordinary proportions.
This handmade quality places the album firmly within the international CDr underground of the period. Ikuisuus, the Finnish label that released it, was part of a network where psychedelic improvisation, drone, folk-derived experimentation, noise, and private electronic music moved between artists without demanding rigid genre borders. A recording made in a room in Rennes could acquire artwork from Jani Hirvonen, emerge through a Finnish imprint, travel through specialist distributors, and reach listeners whose only shared language was curiosity. The CDr was not merely a cheaper substitute for a manufactured CD. It allowed strange work to enter circulation before its creator possessed a stable public identity or clearly defined career.
L’Espace des Éternités Possibles benefits from that lack of fixed identity. It does not sound designed to establish a brand called Enfer Boréal or summarize what Maxime Primault would do later. It is exploratory in the most useful sense, following materials to places that may never be revisited. The music’s patience feels instinctive rather than doctrinal. Drone is not used to announce seriousness, and psychedelic sound is not reduced to bright effects or retro references. Primault seems interested in what happens when ordinary sources are layered until they stop representing themselves and begin generating a third environment, neither wholly artificial nor recognizably documentary.
There is also something quietly spiritual in the two-part design. Eternity before and eternity after place the listener at the center of an incomprehensible duration, a temporary consciousness surrounded by time that cannot be experienced directly. Yet the album does not respond with terror or theological certainty. It creates room for wonder. The past reaches us through damaged signals, memory, recordings, and inherited forms; the future appears as repetition gradually becoming difference. Between them, the present is the act of listening, forty-three minutes during which these possible eternities become temporarily audible.
When “A Parte Post” ends, it does not feel as though the future has reached a conclusion. The sound simply passes beyond the limits of the disc. This is the album’s final and most elegant illusion. A finite CDr becomes a container for the idea of endlessness, not by pretending to contain eternity, but by revealing how every ending depends upon the position from which it is observed. The speakers become quiet, yet the loops seem capable of continuing elsewhere, rotating through a space whose dimensions remain possible rather than proven. Anyone who encountered the original Ikuisuus edition, followed Primault’s Crier Dans Les Musées label, or knows more about the home sessions in Rennes could help illuminate this early stage of his work. Until then, the record remains suspended between two eternities, a small handmade object opening onto a very large uncertainty.

Dissecting Table - 1992 - Zigoku

 

Dark Vinyl Records – DV #16  188.98MB FLAC

Zigoku does not present hell as a distant supernatural kingdom reached only after death. Ichiro Tsuji constructs it as an active mechanism already operating inside the body, society, machinery, and consciousness. Metallic percussion crashes with the force of an industrial judgment; synthesizers spread a poisonous atmosphere around each impact; and Tsuji’s voice enters not as a narrator safely describing torment, but as something caught within it. The result is one of Dissecting Table’s most concentrated early recordings, a thirty-eight-minute passage through spiritual imagery, human violence, mechanical repetition, and the possibility that hell and ordinary existence may occupy the same physical territory.

The title’s stylized presentation, 地 Zigoku 獄, visually separates the two characters of the Japanese word for hell around its Romanized form. The first character can suggest earth or ground, while the second carries the sense of prison. Hell becomes an earthly confinement, a place beneath one’s feet but also a condition built from attachment, cruelty, fear, and repetition. This is particularly suited to Dissecting Table because Tsuji’s industrial music rarely depends upon imaginary monsters. Its menace emerges from systems. Percussion behaves like machinery repeating an assigned operation; sequenced patterns continue beyond any humane requirement; screams express a body struggling against forces too large or too indifferent to negotiate with.

“Osorezan (Light in the Dark I)” opens the album by establishing a threshold rather than immediately releasing its full violence. Osorezan is associated with the dead, volcanic desolation, sulfurous ground, and the border between this world and whatever may lie beyond it. Yet Tsuji adds the English subtitle “Light in the Dark,” preventing the location from becoming a simple emblem of evil. Osorezan is feared, but it is also sacred. It is a place of remembrance, offerings, mourning, and attempted communication. The album begins within that contradiction. Darkness may contain terror, but it also makes the smallest light visible.

This tension separates Zigoku from industrial records that use religious imagery merely to intensify aggression. Tsuji is not decorating mechanical noise with picturesque damnation. The sequence suggests movement through a cosmology in which suffering has causes, forms, and possible transformations. “Rokudō,” subtitled “Go to Hell,” refers to the six realms of cyclic existence: gods, fighting spirits, humans, animals, hungry ghosts, and hell beings. Hell is therefore not eternal exile administered by an outside ruler. It is one condition within an ongoing cycle, produced and sustained through action, desire, ignorance, and anger. The command “Go to Hell” becomes more complicated when hell is understood as a state beings may already enter repeatedly during life.

Tsuji’s vocal performance is essential to this interpretation. His voice carries the bodily directness of hardcore punk, but Dissecting Table removes it from the social structure of a band. There is no familiar guitar-bass-drum formation surrounding the singer and converting rage into collective momentum. The voice is isolated against synthesizers, samplers, sequencing, and metallic percussion, making it sound less like a frontman addressing an audience than a nervous system being tested by machinery. Words may exist, but their semantic meaning is often consumed by pressure, breath, distortion, and force. The scream communicates before translation.

This does not make the voice primitive or unthinking. A scream can contain information that orderly speech is unable to carry. It reveals volume, pain, distance, breath capacity, and the physical limits of the person producing it. On Zigoku, Tsuji’s vocal attack repeatedly restores a vulnerable human body to music that might otherwise become an impersonal display of industrial power. The machines appear relentless, but the voice reminds us what relentlessness feels like when experienced from inside flesh.

The percussion is equally important. Rather than creating a smooth danceable grid, it often seems to strike the architecture of the recording itself. Metal does not merely provide timbre; it suggests punishment, labor, construction, confinement, and the transformation of natural material into tools and weapons. Repetition gives these impacts institutional authority. A single blow might be an accident or an outburst. A repeating blow becomes a procedure. Zigoku’s rhythms frequently feel procedural in this way, as though the machinery has been designed to continue regardless of exhaustion, protest, or moral consequence.

Behind this violence, the synthesizers produce the album’s wider psychological space. They can sound cinematic, but not in the sense of supplying an easily visualized narrative. Instead, they create distance and atmosphere around the percussion, making each track feel larger than the equipment used to construct it. Dark sustained tones behave like weather hanging over the mechanisms. Sharper electronic lines resemble warnings, signals, or lights seen through smoke. The album’s terror comes partly from this difference in scale: a human voice struggles in the foreground while an apparently limitless electronic environment remains unmoved behind it.

“Tetsugaisho,” “Shikkōgaki,” and “Nindōfujōsō” form the dense center of the record. Their untranslated Japanese titles deny many non-Japanese listeners an immediate explanatory route, but that opacity can deepen attention to the music’s physical language. Instead of using the title as a ready-made story, the listener must respond to density, rhythm, vocal force, and changes in pressure. The music becomes an encounter before it becomes information. This is especially valuable with Dissecting Table, whose work can lose some of its power when reduced too quickly to genre terms such as industrial, noise, or power electronics. Zigoku contains elements of each, but its organization is unmistakably Tsuji’s.

His structures are often more deliberate than their violence initially suggests. Synthesizers and percussion do not merely accumulate into chaos. Patterns are introduced, stressed, dismantled, and replaced. Moments of atmosphere give the next attack somewhere to land. Repetition teaches the listener a structure before distortion begins damaging it. This produces a sensation of order repeatedly generating its own destruction. The music does not simply oppose chaos to control; it reveals how closely the two can cooperate.

“Unkamusho,” subtitled “Hell = Heaven,” states the album’s most provocative equation. The phrase can be understood through several possible lenses. Heaven and hell may be mental conditions produced by the same consciousness. One person’s promised paradise may require another person’s suffering. Extreme pain may pass into trance, while apparent pleasure may conceal imprisonment. The equation may also reject the listener’s desire for stable moral geography. If hell and heaven can occupy the same place, then external appearances cannot tell us which realm we inhabit.

The music supports this ambiguity. Tsuji’s harshest sounds can generate exhilaration, while his most atmospheric passages retain unease. Violence and beauty are not cleanly separated. A metallic rhythm may feel oppressive and energizing simultaneously; a dark synthesizer field may produce dread but also immense imaginative space. Zigoku does not resolve this contradiction because industrial music’s deepest power often lies precisely there. Sounds associated with factories, weapons, alarms, and bodily danger can be reorganized into art that gives listeners strength, pleasure, concentration, or release. Hell’s machinery becomes the material from which another form of freedom is built.

The return to “Osorezan” at the end gives the album a circular shape. We do not escape through a triumphant conclusion. We return to the sacred borderland, but the meaning of its light has changed after travelling through the six realms, metallic punishments, hungry states, human impurity, and the collapse of heaven into hell. The second “Light in the Dark” does not erase what preceded it. It suggests that illumination must exist within darkness rather than outside it.

Zigoku appeared during an important stage of Dissecting Table’s development. Tsuji had already established a fiercely individual combination of punk-derived vocals, sequenced electronics, noise, and mechanized rhythm, but this album binds those elements into an unusually coherent symbolic world. Its brevity strengthens it. Nothing feels included merely to exhaust the capacity of the CD. Seven tracks create a complete descent and return, with the opening and closing pieces acting as gates.

The record’s release through Germany’s Dark Vinyl also reflects the international routes through which Japanese industrial music travelled during the early 1990s. A solitary project operating from UPD Studio could reach European listeners through specialist labels, mail order, catalogues, and exchanges long before online access made geographical distance feel trivial. Zigoku entered that network as something recognizably industrial yet culturally and musically resistant to assimilation. It did not sound like a Japanese imitation of European models. Tsuji had absorbed industrial technology and transformed it through his own vocal history, compositional logic, language, and spiritual imagery.

More than thirty years later, Zigoku remains ferocious because it is not satisfied with noise as surface abrasion. Its machines have metaphysical weight, its screams preserve bodily consequence, and its titles place personal anguish inside a much larger cycle of suffering and transformation. The album asks whether hell is a destination, a social system, an emotional state, or simply the repetition of destructive actions after their purpose has been forgotten. It offers no sermon and no map of escape. Instead, it builds the mechanism, places us inside it, and leaves one uncertain light burning at both entrances.

Dissecting Table - 1996 - Music For Performance ''Dead Body And Me''

Daft Records – D1018CD  234.92MB FLAC

 Music for Performance “Dead Body and Me” relocates Dissecting Table’s violence from the spiritual machinery of Zigoku into the immediate territory of flesh. The earlier album moved through hell, Buddhist cosmology, volcanic borderlands, and cycles of suffering; this 1996 work narrows its focus until only two bodies remain: one dead and one apparently alive enough to confront it. The title sounds like the name of a theatrical action, but it also resembles a private laboratory arrangement. A corpse occupies one position, the performer another, and sound becomes the unstable substance passing between them. Ichiro Tsuji does not treat the dead body as gothic scenery. It becomes a silent partner against which movement, sensation, fear, pleasure, and consciousness can be measured.

The distinction between a living performer and a corpse appears obvious until performance begins dismantling it. A living body can speak, move, shiver, experience pain, and produce sound, while a dead body remains still. Yet machines complicate this division. A sequencer can continue repeating after the operator leaves. A recording can reproduce a voice after the speaker dies. An electrical rhythm may appear more energetic than the exhausted person listening to it. Dissecting Table’s industrial language repeatedly asks where life is actually located when human action becomes mechanized and machinery begins displaying behavior that resembles intention. Dead Body and Me places that question directly inside the title. The “me” possesses consciousness, but the music continually subjects that consciousness to systems whose repetition feels indifferent to life.
“Aesthetics of Shiver” begins with an involuntary reaction. A shiver may indicate cold, terror, fever, pleasure, anticipation, or contact with something too intense for thought to process immediately. It belongs to the body before it belongs to language. Calling it an aesthetic experience suggests that art may begin at precisely this level, not with interpretation but with a nervous system responding before the mind has decided what the sound means. Tsuji’s dense electronics and hard rhythmic structures do not politely invite contemplation. They enter physically, producing pressure and agitation that can be felt before their arrangement becomes clear. The body understands first; explanation follows behind.
The word “aesthetics” also introduces an uncomfortable problem. When pain, death, and fear become artistic material, they may be transformed into objects of fascination or beauty. Industrial music has always occupied this hazardous territory. Images and sounds associated with factories, war, pathology, surveillance, and bodily destruction can provoke moral attention, but they can also become attractive surfaces emptied of consequence. Dissecting Table avoids an easy resolution. The shiver is both genuine physical response and aesthetic pleasure. The listener may be disturbed while simultaneously admiring the precision of the disturbance. Tsuji does not cleanse that contradiction. He amplifies it.
“Violence of Existence” expands bodily reaction into a larger condition. Violence is not limited here to one person intentionally striking another. Existence itself applies force. Bodies are born without consent, subjected to hunger, illness, labor, desire, aging, and eventual death. Even pleasure can become violent through its intensity or through the need it creates for repetition. The track’s mechanized rhythms suggest systems operating regardless of individual preference. Percussion does not negotiate with the listener; it continues. Electronics accumulate pressure without asking whether the nervous system is prepared. The music makes continuation itself feel aggressive.
This does not necessarily amount to despair. Tsuji’s work is too animated for complete resignation. His violence carries energy, resistance, and a stubborn refusal to become numb. A body capable of registering pain remains alive. A voice that strains against machinery still asserts difference from it, even when the machinery appears stronger. Dissecting Table’s harshness can therefore feel strangely affirmative. It does not promise safety or transcendence, but it refuses the deadened comfort of pretending that destructive forces are absent. The listener is pushed toward alertness.
“Sonic Body” brings the album’s central idea into focus. Sound has no visible body, yet it acts upon bodies continuously. It travels through air, enters the ear, vibrates the chest, excites objects in the room, and can produce nausea, calm, fear, memory, or involuntary movement. Tsuji constructs a body from frequency and rhythm rather than organs and skin. This sonic body possesses weight, pulse, friction, and breathlike repetition. It can surround the human listener, pass through physical boundaries, and remain active after the person who created it is gone.
Recorded sound is particularly ghostly in this respect. It separates an action from the moment in which it occurred. A scream can be repeated indefinitely without requiring the speaker to scream again. A metallic impact survives after the struck object has stopped vibrating. Playback resurrects effects without restoring causes. Music for Performance “Dead Body and Me” therefore makes every listening session into a meeting between living and dead time. The listener occupies the present, while Tsuji’s gestures arrive from a completed recording session and temporarily regain physical force through the speakers.
The album’s industrial construction strengthens this tension because programmed sound is both active and lifeless. A rhythm appears to move, but it has no muscles. A sequence repeats with perfect discipline, but it has no awareness of repetition. Against this mechanical animation, the human voice sounds painfully temporary. Breath can fail, the throat can become exhausted, and every cry reveals the finite organism producing it. Tsuji’s voice does not command the electronics from a secure position. It sounds trapped inside the same mechanism, fighting to preserve human irregularity against systems capable of continuing forever.
“Orgasm” closes the album by pushing the body toward the point where control, pain, pleasure, repetition, and temporary extinction become difficult to separate. The title could easily invite crude provocation, but its placement after shivering, existential violence, and the construction of a sonic body gives it greater weight. Orgasm is another involuntary event, one in which the body briefly overrides ordinary language and conscious management. It is associated with creation and intimacy, yet it also resembles collapse: tension accumulates, rhythm accelerates or intensifies, boundaries weaken, and the organized self temporarily gives way.
The length of “Orgasm” prevents it from functioning as a brief climax. Tsuji stretches the idea into an environment, separating release from the tidy arc commonly assigned to it. Pleasure becomes repetitive, mechanical, exhausting, and possibly threatening. The track asks whether ecstasy liberates the body or reveals how thoroughly the body is controlled by forces beneath conscious intention. Desire can feel intensely personal while following ancient biological machinery. The self declares “I want,” but the organism may already have issued the command.
Placed beside a dead body, orgasm also becomes an unmistakable sign of life. The corpse cannot shiver, suffer existence, respond to sound, or enter sexual release. Yet the distance between these states is not as stable as it appears. The living body contains processes operating without conscious control, while the dead body continues changing through decomposition. Neither is truly still. Death is not an inert object but another physical transformation, just as sound never disappears instantly but decays into quieter vibrations and memory.
The four titles consequently form a compressed anatomy of being alive. Sensation begins as a shiver. Existence applies violence. Sound constructs another body around the first. Orgasm overwhelms the division between control and surrender. Death remains beside the entire sequence, silent but necessary, giving every reaction its urgency. The album does not need elaborate narrative because the body supplies one automatically. Every listener brings mortality, sensation, and private history into the performance.
Compared with Zigoku, this recording feels more enclosed and psychological. Its hell is no longer a sacred landscape that can be approached through myth. It is the machinery inside consciousness and flesh: impulses that cannot be fully controlled, systems that continue regardless of suffering, and the knowledge that every intense experience occurs within a body already moving toward death. Yet the music remains fiercely active. Tsuji does not contemplate mortality from a respectful distance. He places amplification against it, testing how much force a temporary organism can produce.
Music for Performance “Dead Body and Me” finally suggests that performance is one of the ways the living distinguish themselves from the dead. To perform is to spend energy, occupy time, risk failure, create vibration, and alter the bodies of witnesses. The action cannot last, but its recording may continue travelling after everyone involved has disappeared. Dissecting Table turns that fact into an industrial ritual. The performer stands beside death, makes the air violent, and leaves behind a sonic body capable of rising whenever another listener presses play.

Dissecting Table - 1998 - Into The Light

Crowd Control Activities – Crowded 05  237.95MB FLAC

Into the Light sounds at first like a title promising escape, revelation, purification, or release from the brutal bodily enclosures explored on Dissecting Table’s earlier recordings. Ichiro Tsuji does move toward a different kind of clarity here, but light in his world is not soft, merciful, or safe. It is the glare of an examination lamp exposing every damaged surface, the flash produced when machinery overloads, or the white intensity that erases vision rather than improving it. Darkness conceals and permits uncertainty; light removes those protections. To move into it may therefore be an act of liberation, interrogation, birth, or annihilation. Across four long pieces, Tsuji makes illumination feel like another extreme physical condition.
Recorded at UPD Studio during 1997, the album arrives after Zigoku’s infernal cosmology and Music for Performance “Dead Body and Me”’s confrontation between living flesh and the corpse. Into the Light retains the percussion, distorted electronics, bodily pressure, and violent sequencing of those works, but its titles suggest a new cycle: purity, birth, reconstruction, and confusion. This is not a neat spiritual ascent. Each apparent beginning carries contamination from what preceded it. Purity is manufactured through harsh processes, birth is physically traumatic, reconstruction begins only after damage, and the attempt to make sense of everything ends in confusion. The light reveals a world that cannot be returned to innocence.
“Pure” immediately complicates its title. Purity ordinarily implies the removal of foreign matter, yet Tsuji’s sound is crowded with competing substances: percussion, distortion, bass movement, electronic abrasion, rhythmic fragments, and signals continually interfering with one another. The piece does not offer a clean elemental tone. Instead, it seems to ask whether purity might exist inside intensity rather than separation. A sound can be pure in purpose while remaining filthy in texture. Tsuji’s machinery may be overloaded and corroded, but it never feels uncertain about its direction. The track pushes forward with a peculiar rhythmic force, combining industrial impact with a warped, almost bodily elasticity.
That rhythmic quality distinguishes Into the Light from industrial noise constructed solely through blunt repetition. Tsuji’s beats do not always march in a straight line. They twist, lurch, accelerate, lose pieces, and reassemble themselves while bass patterns introduce a strange physical swing beneath the violence. The result has sometimes been described as a form of mechanized death-funk, an apparently absurd phrase that captures something essential. Funk traditionally depends upon bodies communicating through interlocking rhythm; Dissecting Table retains that interdependence while replacing pleasure, warmth, and social ease with programmed force. The body is still compelled to respond, but it is responding inside hostile machinery.
“Birth” continues this fusion of rhythm and abrasion while making the album’s bodily implications explicit. Birth is frequently represented as light entering darkness, consciousness emerging from nonexistence, or a new life receiving its first view of the world. Such imagery can conceal the blood, pressure, fear, pain, and involuntary labor of the actual event. Tsuji restores that violence. His electronic structures contract and release; percussion resembles a mechanism attempting to force something through resistance; vocal or noise-like eruptions suggest a new organism entering existence without understanding the environment awaiting it.
The track therefore connects naturally with the “violence of existence” named on the preceding album. Birth is not an escape from violence but the first direct exposure to it. The organism is separated from one body, enters another atmosphere, and immediately must breathe, regulate temperature, experience hunger, and endure sensation. The light into which it emerges is overwhelming. Tsuji’s rhythms capture this combination of propulsion and helplessness. Something is moving forward, but it may not have chosen movement.
Despite the severity, “Birth” also contains the exhilaration that frequently appears within Dissecting Table’s harshest work. Tsuji’s music is rarely exhausted nihilism. Its speed, complexity, and refusal to become passive contain an immense insistence upon life. The screams, overloaded sequences, and metallic strikes sound like evidence that a nervous system remains capable of reaction. The machinery may dominate the environment, but the human body continues producing friction against it. Life begins not as peace but as resistance.
“Reconstruction,” the album’s longest composition, begins after some unnamed structure has already been destroyed. The title offers more hope than repair because reconstruction implies active labor. Ruins are not merely mourned; materials are gathered, examined, and placed into another arrangement. Tsuji approaches sound similarly. Rhythms and electronic masses appear as components being tested under pressure. Structured passages form, become damaged by noise, and return in altered configurations. Rather than allowing chaos to erase organization completely, he repeatedly discovers another temporary system inside it.
This process reveals how architectural Dissecting Table’s noise can be. Tsuji does not simply pile distortion onto percussion until the available frequency range is filled. He controls density, introduces openings, establishes patterns, and then subjects those patterns to disruption. The listener can hear order being constructed and damaged almost simultaneously. This makes the music more unsettling than continuous chaos. A completely chaotic environment offers no expectation to violate. Tsuji provides enough structure for its collapse to be felt.
“Reconstruction” may also describe Tsuji’s developing relationship with industrial music itself. By the late 1990s, many of the genre’s foundational gestures had become established conventions: metallic percussion, authoritarian rhythm, distorted vocals, apocalyptic imagery, and mechanical repetition. Tsuji does not abandon those materials, but neither does he preserve them as museum pieces. He dismantles and recombines them with accelerated programming, bass-heavy movement, erratic transitions, and compositional forms that can approach noise, extreme metal, experimental electronics, and body music without settling inside any of them.
This is one reason Dissecting Table remains difficult to absorb into a simple history of Japanese noise. Tsuji’s work is abrasive enough to coexist with that world, but his concern with rhythm, structure, philosophical titles, and long-form development gives it another internal logic. Noise is one substance among several rather than the final destination. It may interrupt a beat, transform a voice, obscure a pattern, or create the conditions from which another organized passage emerges. Destruction and construction are continuously exchanging roles.
“Confuse” closes the album without pretending that exposure to light has produced understanding. After purity, birth, and reconstruction, confusion may appear to be failure. Yet it may be the most honest stage in the sequence. Light reveals more information than the mind can necessarily organize. A system reconstructed from fragments may function while remaining impossible to interpret. The human body may survive its birth and continued exposure to violence without discovering a stable explanation for why it exists.
Musically, “Confuse” gathers the album’s rhythmic force, percussive assault, and darker atmospheric spaces into a final unstable structure. Tsuji’s characteristic metallic attack returns with overwhelming physical authority, but it is interrupted or surrounded by passages that seem to open into gloomier territory. These changes do not provide relief so much as disorientation. The listener moves from compressed violence into sudden space and then back again, losing any secure sense of the composition’s dimensions.
Confusion here is active rather than helpless. The title is not “Confused,” a description of a passive mental condition, but “Confuse,” which can be read as an instruction or process. The music deliberately damages easy recognition. Rhythms attract the body and then undermine its expectations. Noise disguises the source of sounds. Atmospheric passages suggest emotional meaning without defining it. Tsuji uses confusion to prevent the listener from reducing the experience to a familiar genre mechanism.
Into the Light ultimately presents illumination as exposure to contradiction. Purity contains contamination. Birth contains violence. Reconstruction contains destruction. Confusion may produce greater awareness than certainty. The album does not guide the listener from darkness into a reassuring world of stable forms. It places increasingly intense light upon unstable material until every division begins to flicker.
The concise four-track structure gives the recording unusual strength. Each piece has enough time to establish a complete physical environment, yet the album ends before its machinery becomes predictable. Its forty-three minutes feel like one cycle of emergence and disassembly, with the titles supplying a skeletal philosophy beneath the percussion. Compared with the sacred geography of Zigoku or the explicit performance framework of Dead Body and Me, this record is more abstract, but abstraction does not make it less bodily. Rhythm continues to enter through the muscles, noise through the nervous system, and low frequencies through the architecture surrounding the listener.
The light in Tsuji’s title may finally be sound itself. Sound makes invisible forces perceptible. It exposes electrical current, physical impact, breath, repetition, and the vibration of objects that would otherwise appear still. Dissecting Table brings these forces into audibility without taming them. The recording illuminates machinery by making it violent, illuminates the body by placing it under pressure, and illuminates consciousness by confusing the systems through which consciousness attempts to impose order.
Anyone who encountered the original Crowd Control Activities CD, heard this material during the period, or knows more about Tsuji’s equipment and rhythmic construction at UPD Studio could help clarify a fascinating stage of the project. Into the Light stands between Dissecting Table’s earlier industrial rituals and the increasingly expansive experiments that followed. It does not emerge from darkness cleansed. It drags the machinery with it, switches on the examination lamp, and discovers that every reconstructed surface is still moving.

 

Dissecting Table - 2005 - Non-Euclidean Geometry

 

Sick Art Products – SAP07  381.81MB FLAC

Non-Euclidean Geometry finds Ichiro Tsuji abandoning the expectation that sound should move through a stable, measurable space. Earlier Dissecting Table recordings often suggested machinery operating inside prisons, factories, bodily systems, or spiritual landscapes. Here, the architecture itself becomes unreliable. Rhythms bend around unseen surfaces, noise appears to alter the distance between events, and passages that initially seem parallel gradually collide. The title is more than an intellectual ornament. Non-Euclidean geometry begins when the familiar rules governing straight lines, angles, and parallel paths no longer describe the space being examined. Tsuji applies that disturbance to industrial music, building structures whose internal logic is rigorous even when ordinary orientation fails.
“Impossible” begins with a declaration that can be heard as defeat, challenge, or mathematical premise. What appears impossible within one system may become entirely coherent when the system’s assumptions change. A triangle drawn on a flat sheet behaves differently from one drawn across a sphere. Lines that seem destined never to meet may eventually converge because the surface beneath them curves. Tsuji’s composition works through a similar alteration of expectations. Rhythmic formations appear, but they do not remain fixed long enough to establish a dependable grid. Electronic tones occupy several apparent distances at once, and distorted percussion seems to strike from inside a space whose walls are continually changing position.
This is not chaos. Tsuji’s programming remains exact, but exactness no longer guarantees stability. He builds repeating structures and then changes the conditions through which they are perceived. A pattern may continue unchanged while surrounding frequencies make it appear faster, heavier, or more remote. Noise can flatten one layer while enlarging another. The listener searches for a central perspective and discovers that no single listening position organizes the entire composition. This resembles the experience of entering a building designed according to unfamiliar geometry, where corridors curve invisibly and returning to the apparent starting point does not restore one’s original orientation.
“The Laws of the Nature” expands the album’s philosophical implications. The slightly unusual phrasing makes nature sound less like one unified order than a collection of laws whose authority depends upon the scale and conditions being observed. Human beings often speak of natural law as though the universe were governed by principles that should feel intuitive to the human mind. Yet nature is full of structures that resist ordinary intuition: curved space, microscopic uncertainty, systems whose behavior changes through observation, and enormous timescales that reduce human history to an almost invisible mark. Tsuji’s music does not attempt to illustrate any particular scientific theory. It creates the bodily sensation of encountering order that cannot be understood through familiar proportions.
The track’s electronics feel less like traditional instruments than interacting forces. Pulses attract or repel one another; harsh frequencies behave like surfaces under stress; bass pressure suggests gravity without supplying a stable ground. Tsuji’s industrial vocabulary remains present, but machinery is no longer the sole subject. The machines seem to be measuring something larger than themselves, attempting to translate a universe whose dimensions exceed their capacity. Their overload becomes meaningful. Distortion is the sound of a system receiving more information than it can represent cleanly.
This gives the album an unusual position within Dissecting Table’s development. The furious vocals and metallic punishment associated with earlier recordings have receded, allowing longer electronic structures to carry the violence. Tsuji does not become gentle. He relocates aggression from the obvious impact of a strike into the instability of the environment surrounding it. A listener can prepare for a loud collision, but it is harder to defend against the suspicion that the room itself has become unreliable. Non-Euclidean Geometry turns disorientation into pressure.
“Nightmare on the Bed” brings the album’s abstract spatial problem into the intimate geography of sleep. A bed should be one of the most familiar and secure objects in a person’s life. It is a small horizontal territory where the body releases vigilance and enters another mental order. A nightmare corrupts that refuge without requiring the sleeper to move physically. The room remains unchanged, yet consciousness produces impossible corridors, distorted bodies, collapsing distances, and events that feel completely real until waking restores ordinary geometry.
The track is much shorter than the others, and its compressed form resembles a sudden rupture in the album’s larger architecture. Nightmare logic does not require patient explanation. It places incompatible objects together, transforms locations without transition, and accepts contradictions that waking thought would reject. Tsuji’s electronic movement captures this abrupt instability. Sounds enter with unclear origins, relationships change before they can be studied, and the listener is returned to wakefulness before the internal rules of the episode become understandable.
The bed also connects abstract geometry to the body. Space is not experienced through mathematics alone. It is measured unconsciously through balance, reach, pressure, movement, and the nervous system’s continuous knowledge of where the body ends. Nightmares disturb this physical map. A sleeper may feel unable to move, sense a presence in the room, experience falling while lying still, or awaken unsure whether the body has returned completely from the dream. Tsuji’s music attacks that border between measured exterior space and the unstable interior space generated by consciousness.
“God and Atheism” occupies nearly half the album and turns the closing section into a prolonged confrontation between two positions often treated as perfect opposites. Tsuji does not title the piece “God or Atheism.” The word “and” forces both concepts into the same space. Belief and disbelief become parallel lines that may remain separate under one geometry but intersect under another. The atheist defines a position in relation to the concept of God, while the believer must continually encounter doubt, absence, interpretation, and the impossibility of complete proof. Each position may therefore contain the outline of the other.
The music does not settle the argument. Its duration allows competing conditions to coexist without one achieving final authority. Dense electronics suggest overwhelming presence, while emptier regions create the sensation of abandonment. Repetition can feel ritualistic, as though a machine were attempting prayer, but the same repetition can expose ritual as a mechanical action continuing without any confirmed recipient. Noise appears as revelation and interference simultaneously. A signal may be arriving, or the desire to receive a signal may be converting meaningless vibration into significance.
This ambiguity connects religious thought naturally with non-Euclidean space. Human beings construct models that make existence navigable, but a model is not necessarily the territory it describes. Euclidean geometry works perfectly within many ordinary circumstances even though it does not account for every possible space. Religious systems, atheistic philosophies, political structures, and personal identities may function similarly. They provide coordinates, directions, and boundaries, yet reality may bend beyond the conditions under which those maps remain accurate. Tsuji does not suggest that every belief is equally true. He creates music in which certainty becomes difficult to maintain because the surface beneath certainty is moving.
The closing piece is therefore not a debate staged between a voice of faith and a voice of reason. It is an environment in which both positions experience pressure. The listener may hear terror before an absent God, terror before an existing God, liberation from divine authority, or loneliness within a universe offering no final witness. The recording supports these contradictory responses because it does not organize itself around a fixed emotional center. Its geometry depends upon the person entering it.
The 2005 release also represents a further movement away from Dissecting Table’s original identity as a recognizable industrial band project. By this period, Tsuji was increasingly treating composition as the design of autonomous electronic systems. Sequencers, synthesizers, samplers, and processing were no longer substitutes for conventional musicians. They created forms that could not be produced through the social structure of a rock group. Patterns could repeat beyond human endurance, change with mathematical precision, and collide without concern for physical playability. The machinery did not imitate a band. It offered another model of thought.
Yet Non-Euclidean Geometry never becomes emotionally sterile. Its titles connect abstraction to impossibility, nature, nightmares, belief, and existential uncertainty. Tsuji understands that mathematical ideas become powerful when they disturb the human position inside reality. Curved space matters not only because it revises a theorem, but because it reveals that the universe has no obligation to correspond with the structures our minds find easiest to imagine. The album’s noise carries that humiliation and wonder. We are capable of recognizing that another geometry exists while remaining bodily creatures adapted to floors, walls, horizons, and apparently straight paths.
The original limited CDr format is an appropriate container for such an album. A small physical object holds a space whose dimensions seem larger than the disc and whose structure changes according to volume, speakers, room acoustics, and listening position. Played quietly, the pieces may resemble distant electronic disturbances. At greater volume, bass pressure and interacting frequencies alter the room, making furniture, walls, and the listener’s body part of the geometry. The composition is not entirely located on the recording. It is completed by the surfaces through which it passes.
Non-Euclidean Geometry ultimately replaces the factory floor with curved space. Tsuji retains industrial music’s machinery, force, and distrust of comfort, but subjects them to a world where parallel paths may meet and familiar measurements cannot be trusted. “Impossible” becomes possible once the rules change. Nature reveals laws stranger than common sense. The bed opens into a nightmare architecture. God and atheism occupy the same unstable field. The album does not provide a map back to ordinary space. It leaves the listener inside the curvature, hearing every repeated impact return from an unexpected direction.

Dissecting Table - 2006 - El Dorado Of Asvabhava

UPD Organization – UPD 016  588.10MB FLAC

El Dorado of Asvabhava joins two ideas that initially appear to pull in opposite directions. El Dorado is the imagined golden destination, a perfect territory projected somewhere beyond the known world and pursued with enough obsession to produce conquest, exhaustion, and death. Asvabhava introduces a Buddhist vocabulary in which fixed essence, independent existence, and permanent identity become increasingly difficult to defend. One half of the title promises the ultimate place; the other quietly removes the possibility that any place, object, or self could possess an unchanging nature of its own. Ichiro Tsuji builds the album inside this contradiction. The listener searches for stable ground, revelation, punishment, escape, and spiritual certainty, while the music repeatedly demonstrates that every apparent structure depends upon unstable relationships among rhythm, noise, memory, machinery, and perception.
The CD gathers six recordings created across several projects between 2004 and 2006, but their new sequence gives them the character of one long passage. “The Law of the Nature” and “Nightmare on the Bed” establish an external and internal geography: first the apparently objective laws governing existence, then the private distortion of those laws inside sleep. “Punishment Tomorrow” and “Don’t Do Anything. Don’t Even Breathe.” move from future threat into complete paralysis. The nineteen-minute “Mumyou (Avidya)” identifies ignorance or fundamental misperception as the condition beneath the preceding fear, while “Doutai” closes the disc with another extended construction whose title remains less easily available to listeners outside Japanese language and context. Rather than smoothing these pieces into an artificial studio unity, Tsuji allows their differences to reveal a transitional period in which Dissecting Table’s industrial violence was becoming increasingly philosophical, electronic, and psychologically spatial.
“The Law of the Nature” sounds like machinery attempting to reproduce an order larger than itself. Repetition suggests regulation, causality, and systems continuing regardless of individual preference, yet distortion keeps exposing the instability beneath that order. What humans call natural law is often imagined as perfect, impartial, and permanent, but our access to it is always mediated by limited senses, instruments, concepts, and language. Tsuji’s electronics behave like measuring devices pushed beyond their range. Pulses accumulate, tones interfere, and structures appear exact while remaining difficult to inhabit. Nature may possess order, but the human nervous system does not necessarily experience that order as mercy.
“Nightmare on the Bed” contracts this vast problem into the smallest personal territory. The bed should be stable, familiar, and protective, yet sleep transforms it into the launching platform for impossible architecture. A motionless body may experience falling, pursuit, imprisonment, or the presence of something standing nearby. The room remains physically unchanged while consciousness produces another world over it. Tsuji’s compressed piece captures this corruption of ordinary space. Sounds appear without reliable origins, proportions shift abruptly, and the listener is prevented from establishing the kind of rhythmic orientation offered by a conventional song. The nightmare is not simply an image seen during sleep. It is evidence that the mind can generate complete realities and temporarily mistake them for external truth.
That mistake becomes the thread connecting the entire album. El Dorado itself was sustained by projection: people believed that wealth, completion, and absolute value existed in a distant place waiting to be possessed. “Punishment Tomorrow” applies the same imaginative mechanism to fear. Tomorrow does not yet exist, but the anticipated punishment already alters the present body. Muscles tighten, breath changes, attention narrows, and every current event becomes evidence of what may happen later. The future acquires physical power before arriving. Tsuji’s rhythms make this temporal pressure audible. Their repetition resembles a countdown that never provides the relief of reaching zero.
“Don’t Do Anything. Don’t Even Breathe.” pushes that condition toward complete surrender. The title is more severe than an ordinary command because breathing is not a voluntary ornament added to life. To forbid breath is to forbid the body from continuing. It also resembles the internal command produced during terror: remain perfectly still, make no sound, and perhaps the approaching force will fail to notice you. Tsuji’s machinery becomes an environment against which human movement feels dangerously visible. Repetition no longer encourages physical participation. It immobilizes, surrounding the listener with the impression that any response may activate punishment.
This is one of Dissecting Table’s enduring strengths. Tsuji can use programmed rhythm without allowing rhythm to become reassuring. A repeated beat normally establishes predictability, giving the body a stable pattern around which to organize movement. Here repetition often has the opposite effect. It resembles institutional procedure, neurological fixation, or a mechanism incapable of recognizing that its original purpose has ended. The machine continues because continuation has become its only law. Human life appears beside it as irregular breath, temporary concentration, fear, exhaustion, and the desire for the sequence to change.
“Mumyou (Avidya)” provides the album’s philosophical center. Avidya is usually translated as ignorance, but it does not mean merely lacking information. It describes a deeper failure to perceive reality accurately, particularly the tendency to treat impermanent, dependent phenomena as solid and independently existing. This makes it an ideal subject for Tsuji’s electronic composition. Recorded sound seems fixed because the same file can be replayed, yet every playback depends upon another room, amplifier, volume, body, and moment. A tone appears to be one object, but it is actually a relationship among signal, speaker, air, architecture, and hearing. Change any part of that system and the supposedly stable sound becomes something else.
The extended duration allows “Mumyou” to function less like an illustration of ignorance than a practical demonstration of it. The listener repeatedly forms conclusions about what the piece is doing, only to discover another layer or movement that complicates the judgment. Apparent stillness contains modulation. Noise that first seems uniform divides into separate bands. A pattern heard as mechanical may gradually acquire the character of breath or ritual. Perception keeps manufacturing objects from interacting frequencies, then mistaking those temporary organizations for permanent features of the recording.
This relationship between avidya and El Dorado is especially sharp. Both depend upon seeing solidity where there is projection. El Dorado promises that the thing missing from present life exists elsewhere in perfect form: pure wealth, final security, complete knowledge, or permanent satisfaction. The golden land is powerful because it concentrates desire into a location. Avidya prevents recognition that both the desired object and the desiring self are changing formations dependent upon conditions. Tsuji’s title therefore turns paradise into a perceptual trap. The treasure may not be concealed somewhere beyond the horizon. The horizon itself may have been produced by the way we divide ourselves from the world.
Yet the album does not become a serene lesson in detachment. Dissecting Table’s sound remains harsh, anxious, and bodily. Intellectual recognition does not automatically dissolve fear or desire. A person may understand impermanence conceptually while continuing to grasp at identity, certainty, possessions, and future outcomes. Tsuji’s electronics preserve this distance between knowledge and realization. The structures can be analyzed, but their pressure still enters through the body. The nervous system reacts before philosophy has time to explain why the reaction may be based upon a mistaken perception.
“Doutai” closes the sequence without providing a simple liberation from ignorance. Its long duration feels more like another stage of investigation than a conclusion. The music continues assembling and dismantling temporary bodies from pulses, abrasive textures, electronic movement, and repeated forms. A sonic object appears, occupies space, and loses its boundaries inside another layer. What seemed central becomes background; what appeared secondary gains physical weight. Tsuji avoids the temptation to finish the album with a peaceful clearing or dramatic transcendence. The machinery remains active because insight does not cause conditioned existence to evaporate on command.
The compilation format adds another layer to this theme. These recordings possessed earlier identities within separate CDr releases, but El Dorado of Asvabhava removes them from those original surroundings and gives them a new collective structure. The same track can therefore possess more than one historical and conceptual function. On its earlier release it belonged to one sequence; here it forms part of another argument. Neither identity is necessarily false, yet neither exists independently of context. The compilation becomes an example of the condition suggested by its title: musical objects have no completely isolated essence. Meaning changes according to placement, naming, memory, and whatever sounds stand beside them.
By releasing the collection through his own UPD Organization, Tsuji also brought material from limited home-produced editions into a more substantial compact-disc form. The act resembles preservation, but it is also reconstruction. A supposedly definitive CD is assembled from works that had already lived separate lives. What appears to be a single album is a network of earlier actions, recording dates, editions, and conceptual frameworks. Its golden city is built from reused machinery.
El Dorado of Asvabhava ultimately presents spiritual inquiry without pretending that electronics can supply enlightenment. It offers no tranquil sanctuary beyond violence and no pure tone beneath distortion. Instead, it subjects the desire for certainty to continuous pressure. Nature’s laws become unstable in perception. The bed opens into impossible space. Tomorrow punishes the present. Breath becomes forbidden. Ignorance builds worlds, and the body continues forming from temporary relationships among forces it cannot completely control.
The album’s deepest movement is therefore not from darkness into light, but from apparently solid objects toward interdependence. Rhythm depends upon interruption, noise upon the listener’s idea of clarity, punishment upon anticipation, and paradise upon dissatisfaction with the present. Tsuji’s El Dorado remains visible enough to pursue but unstable enough never to possess. Each time the listener believes the destination has been reached, the ground reveals another layer of machinery underneath it.

Dissecting Table - 2006 - Rancid Smell

Waystyx – waystyx 26  437.49MB FLAC

 Rancid Smell gives Dissecting Table’s industrial sound an invisible physical presence. A smell cannot be observed from a safe distance. It enters the body with every breath, often before its source has been identified, and immediately provokes attraction, memory, alarm, hunger, or disgust. A rancid odor is particularly invasive because it announces that something once usable has begun changing into another state. Food oxidizes, flesh decays, oil turns bitter, and organic matter continues its work after human intention has abandoned it. Ichiro Tsuji builds this album around a comparable transformation. Recognizable electronic structures remain present, but their surfaces appear spoiled, overripe, electrically corroded, or contaminated by processes that cannot be stopped simply by switching off the machinery.

The title is blunt, almost comical, yet more psychologically precise than another grand declaration about death, hell, or spiritual corruption might have been. Disgust is one of the body’s fastest judgments. Before philosophy begins, the organism decides that something should not be swallowed, touched, or allowed closer. Smell bypasses many of the defensive habits that permit people to contemplate disturbing images intellectually. One can look away from a corpse, but its odor changes the entire surrounding space. Rancid Smell attempts something similar through sound. Its drones, voices, analogue squeals, and unstable electronic patterns do not remain neatly in front of the listener. They spread, cling to the room, and alter the atmosphere in which everything else is heard.
By 2006, Dissecting Table had moved far beyond the project’s early combination of pounding metallic rhythm, hardcore-derived vocal violence, and industrial confrontation. Tsuji retained that physical severity but increasingly treated electronics as a system capable of generating its own organisms, geometries, and philosophical problems. Non-Euclidean Geometry destabilized space, while El Dorado of Asvabhava examined desire, ignorance, and the absence of fixed essence. Rancid Smell brings those abstractions back into the sensory body. The question is no longer only whether reality possesses stable form. It is what instability smells like once it begins decomposing beside us.
The four pieces move through harsh sustained pressure, irregular signals, vocal insistence, and small analogue tones that sometimes resemble electronic insects feeding inside a larger body. These higher sounds are crucial because they prevent the drones from becoming solemn, monumental, or comfortably cinematic. A deep electronic mass can suggest architecture, cosmic emptiness, or ritual grandeur. Tsuji contaminates that grandeur with chirps, squeaks, and agitated frequencies whose scale feels smaller and more parasitic. The music contains both the carcass and the organisms living from it.
This relationship gives the album a strange internal ecology. Lower frequencies establish heavy matter, while sharper sounds occupy its surface and cavities. The voice passes through both as a human presence that is neither master nor detached observer. Tsuji’s vocal delivery has always carried extreme physical force, but here it often feels trapped within the electronic environment rather than standing commandingly above it. The voice nags, repeats, strains, and pushes against systems that continue regardless. It becomes another smell inside the mixture: unmistakably human, impossible to isolate completely, and already being altered by the machinery surrounding it.
Rancidity is not the same as immediate destruction. Something rancid has endured long enough for slow chemical change to become perceptible. That distinction suits Tsuji’s use of repetition. His patterns rarely behave like explosions designed to produce one dramatic moment. They continue until familiarity turns unpleasant, then continue beyond that point. A repeated pulse may first appear stable, then obsessive, then almost biological. The listener begins hearing not only the pattern but the system’s refusal to stop producing it. Repetition becomes the acoustic equivalent of decay, a gradual alteration whose effects accumulate while the apparent object remains recognizable.
This is why the album’s drones feel different from meditative minimalism. They do not provide a neutral surface upon which the mind can become calm. Their stability is suspicious. Internal movement continually suggests fermentation, pressure, oxidation, or hidden infestation. Even when volume and density remain relatively constant, small tonal changes make the sound feel alive in an unhealthy way. The drone does not represent death because dead matter is never truly inactive. It becomes food, gas, bacteria, heat, discoloration, and odor. Tsuji hears decomposition as a form of continued production.
Industrial culture has often imagined machines as cold alternatives to corruptible flesh. Steel appears durable, repetition precise, and electronic systems supposedly free from the weakness of organic bodies. Rancid Smell damages that fantasy. Machines also age, gather dust, corrode, overheat, distort, and begin producing noises that announce approaching failure. Analogue circuits drift. Connections develop interference. Magnetic media lose clarity. The equipment may not rot like meat, but it develops its own form of decay. Tsuji’s electronics exist at the meeting point between biological spoilage and technological breakdown, where both systems reveal that permanence was only temporary stability.
The album’s physical edition reinforces this materiality. Waystyx issued it in a numbered run of only one hundred copies, using a foldout cardboard structure, multiple inserts, and a fabric-pressed disc. The tactile package is unusually appropriate for music concerned with contamination and sensory response. Cardboard absorbs moisture and odor; fabric carries dust, touch, and traces of storage; compact discs resist some forms of deterioration while remaining vulnerable to scratching, separation, and eventual unreadability. The edition does not present music as immaculate information floating beyond matter. It arrives as a small construction whose own aging becomes part of its history.
There is also something important about the record travelling from Tsuji’s UPD studio in Japan through a Russian label. Underground industrial music developed an international geography very different from mainstream distribution. Releases crossed borders in tiny quantities through correspondence, catalogues, trades, cash concealed in envelopes, specialist shops, and packages whose arrival could feel nearly miraculous. A numbered edition of one hundred did not need to dominate a market. It only needed to reach enough committed listeners to establish another circuit. Each copy became a portable contaminated zone, carrying Tsuji’s electronic atmosphere into rooms he would never see.
The title can also be understood socially. A rancid smell often reveals what has been hidden, neglected, or improperly disposed of. It leaks from sealed rooms, drains, machinery, abandoned food, industrial waste, and concealed bodies. Institutions may attempt to preserve clean surfaces while odor announces what those surfaces cannot contain. Tsuji’s work repeatedly attacks such separation between orderly appearance and damaged interior. His music exposes the waste produced by systems that present themselves as rational, pure, or progressive. The smell is evidence that something underneath the official structure remains unresolved.
Disgust, however, is not morally reliable. People often describe unfamiliar bodies, cultures, illnesses, classes, or ways of living through the language of contamination and bad odor. Declaring something rancid can become a means of expelling it without examination. Tsuji’s album complicates this reflex by making repulsion aesthetically compelling. The sounds may suggest decomposition, yet their organization demands attention. A harsh drone becomes beautiful through its internal detail; an irritating analogue chirp gains personality; an exhausted voice carries vulnerable human force. The listener is drawn toward what the title commands us to avoid.
This attraction to repellent material is central to industrial music. The genre has always entered abandoned factories, damaged technologies, political atrocities, bodily fluids, institutional violence, and cultural waste in order to determine what official taste has excluded. At its weakest, this becomes empty decoration, with disgust used as an instant badge of extremity. Rancid Smell is more interesting because its unpleasantness is structural rather than pictorial. Tsuji does not merely place a revolting image on the cover and accompany it with predictable aggression. He constructs sound that behaves like contamination: spreading gradually, changing perception, and remaining mentally present after playback ends.
The album also refuses the cleansing conclusion that might transform decay into renewal. Nature certainly recycles decomposition, but Rancid Smell does not finish by revealing green shoots emerging from electronic waste. Its purpose is to remain with the stage that civilized attention prefers to skip. Between useful object and recycled matter lies the period of spoilage, when identity becomes uncertain and the senses object to continued proximity. Tsuji gives that interval forty-seven minutes of concentrated existence.
Within the larger Dissecting Table catalogue, Rancid Smell feels like a bridge between the project’s philosophical electronic works and its enduring bodily violence. It deals with impermanence without becoming tranquil, examines material transformation without turning into scientific abstraction, and uses harsh noise without relying upon uninterrupted assault. The record makes decay active. Every drone contains movement, every repeated pattern carries deterioration, and every strange chirping tone suggests another small organism adapting successfully to conditions humans find unbearable.
The smell ultimately belongs not only to the object but to the relationship between object and observer. One person detects corruption while another recognizes fermentation, medicine, soil, machinery, memory, or home. Sound works the same way. What one listener hears as intolerable noise may become concentration, release, fascination, or beauty for another. Tsuji does not neutralize the rancid material by calling it art. He places listeners close enough to discover their own threshold between rejection and attention.
Rancid Smell leaves that threshold unresolved. The music does not become clean through repeated listening, but the ear becomes capable of perceiving more life inside its apparent filth. What first seems like one oppressive electronic odor separates into drones, vocal residues, analogue organisms, rhythmic pressure, and signals corroding at different speeds. The record asks us to remain in the room after instinct has identified something spoiled. Not because disgust is false, but because the source may reveal an entire hidden ecology once we stop demanding that every meaningful thing smell fresh.

Dissecting Table - 2007 - Ultra Materials 1986-1991 2xCD

Steinklang Industries – SK - IN 07  864.90MB FLAC

 Ultra Materials 1986–1991 is not merely an early-years compilation. It documents the period in which Ichiro Tsuji discovered the fundamental materials from which Dissecting Table would continue building for decades: metallic percussion, distorted bass, sequenced machinery, damaged electronics, screamed language, ritual repetition, and an almost physical conviction that music should place the listener under pressure. The title is exact. These are “materials” rather than a collection of polished historical monuments. Rhythm appears as a hard substance that can be struck, bent, accelerated, and broken. Voice becomes another abrasive surface. Electronics provide atmosphere, but they also behave like industrial chemicals reacting unpredictably when combined. Across more than two hours, the set allows us to hear Tsuji learning how these substances interact and gradually constructing an unmistakable musical world from them.

The earliest pieces possess the compressed urgency of musicians discovering that ordinary punk structures can no longer contain the force they want to release. Tsuji had already served as the original vocalist for Hiroshima hardcore group Gudon, and that background remains audible in the vocal attack. The scream does not arrive as theatrical horror or detached performance art. It carries the direct bodily function of hardcore: breath driven outward until language and physical strain become inseparable. What changes inside Dissecting Table is the environment surrounding that voice. The social machinery of guitar, bass, and drums is dismantled and replaced with sequences, metal, electronics, and rhythms that sound capable of continuing after the human participants have collapsed.
“Accomplishment” makes an appropriate beginning because the title can be heard either sincerely or with suspicion. Accomplishment ordinarily marks the successful completion of labor, yet the track sounds less like a victory ceremony than a system becoming operational. The pieces that follow repeatedly question the language through which societies measure success, obedience, identity, and control. “I Get My Slogan” suggests a person receiving the phrase by which thought will be organized. A slogan is useful precisely because it condenses complexity into something repeatable. Tsuji’s rhythms expose the mechanical side of that process. Once a phrase or beat is repeated often enough, it can begin functioning independently of conviction. The body participates before consciousness decides whether it agrees.
“Camouflage,” “Answer,” and “Illusion” continue this investigation of surfaces and hidden structures. Camouflage does not make an object disappear; it causes the object to resemble its environment closely enough to escape detection. Industrial society operates through similar disguises. Violence can resemble procedure, exploitation can resemble efficiency, and obedience can appear as personal choice. Dissecting Table’s electronics repeatedly strip away this visual smoothness by making systems audible as pressure. The machinery is not hidden behind a finished product. Motors, impacts, sequences, and overload become the product.
The material from Ultra Point of Intersection Exist contains some of the collection’s most distinctive collisions between punk aggression and mechanical composition. Even the title proposes a strange spatial condition: an intersection so intensified that it becomes “ultra,” a point at which several lines, forces, or states occupy the same location. Tsuji’s music works through such intersections. Human scream meets programmed repetition. Metal percussion meets distorted low frequency. Improvisational violence meets rigid sequencing. The resulting pieces are neither conventional band performances nor completely impersonal electronic constructions. They inhabit the friction between the two.
“Dissect” can be understood as the project’s operating instruction. To dissect is to cut a body apart in order to study its internal relationships. The procedure destroys the body’s original wholeness while producing another kind of knowledge. Tsuji applies this method to musical form. Rhythm is separated from the drummer, voice from the singer’s conventional social role, and sound from the obligation to resemble an identifiable instrument. These parts are then reassembled into an artificial organism. It may no longer behave naturally, but it reveals structures concealed by the familiar appearance of a rock band.
“Clear Up All” and “Psychic Noise” deepen the psychological dimension. Noise is not only acoustic excess. It is unwanted information, internal disturbance, ideological interference, and everything a system excludes in order to present itself as orderly. Psychic noise is especially difficult to remove because the receiver and disturbance occupy the same consciousness. Tsuji’s crowded electronics can sound like mental processes refusing to remain silent: repeated phrases, alarms, memories, urges, and contradictory signals competing for authority. The music does not imitate madness from a safe artistic distance. It creates a listening condition in which attention must struggle to organize what it receives.
“Today Is Holiday” offers one of the set’s strangest titles. A holiday promises rest from regulated labor, yet the track’s extended duration and harsh mechanical movement make release feel uncertain. A scheduled holiday remains part of the calendar that controls work. Leisure itself may become another administered period, permission temporarily granted before the system resumes. Dissecting Table’s rhythm keeps operating beneath the title’s apparent freedom. The machine has no holiday because it possesses no distinction between work and rest.
“Control Matter” brings the relationship between human intention and physical substance into direct focus. Matter can be shaped, processed, struck, amplified, recorded, and forced into repeated patterns, but every material also places limits upon control. Metal resonates according to its dimensions. Tape distorts. Electronics introduce noise. The voice becomes exhausted. Tsuji’s music is powerful because it does not conceal these resistances. Control is always partial. The composer establishes a mechanism, but the mechanism answers with frequencies, accidents, and physical consequences that exceed the original command.
The two “Humanism” pieces make the collection’s relationship with humanity particularly uneasy. Humanism places human value, reason, or experience at the center of thought, but Dissecting Table continually reveals the fragility of that center. The human voice is surrounded by machines more consistent than lungs and muscles can ever be. Industrial systems were supposedly constructed to serve human purposes, yet they frequently demand that human bodies adapt to their rhythms. Tsuji’s music does not simply celebrate machinery against humanity or retreat into sentimental faith in the individual. It places both inside one hostile circuit and listens to the conflict.
The second disc moves increasingly toward death, transfer, and destruction. “Transfer the Object by the Spirit” sounds like an impossible technical command joining physical material with invisible force. A recording performs a related action. It transfers an event without transferring the body that produced it. Breath, impact, rhythm, and electronic current become information capable of crossing distance and surviving their original moment. Ultra Materials itself performs this transfer, moving fragile early recordings into a later digital carrier and then into another generation of listeners.
“From Life to Death,” “Road to Death,” and “Death March” turn mortality into movement. Death is not represented as a single terminal strike. It becomes a road, transition, and organized procession. The march is especially significant because it joins bodily rhythm with institutional purpose. Feet move together, individual timing is surrendered, and collective motion becomes a demonstration of power. Tsuji’s programmed percussion pushes this logic beyond human discipline. The machine performs the perfect march because it cannot hesitate, become afraid, or refuse the destination.
“Murder Music” is the set’s longest piece and one of its most overwhelming statements. The title does not necessarily mean music depicting murder. It can also imply music that murders musical comfort, recognizable form, silence, or the listener’s ability to remain detached. Its length matters because the assault becomes environmental. A short explosion can be admired as spectacle; sustained pressure requires adaptation. The ear searches the dense surface and begins discovering separate rhythms, layers, and distances within what initially seemed like one mass. Tsuji’s extremity contains structure, but he makes the listener work physically to find it.
“Dark Side of the Life,” “Ruin,” and “Cosmic Death” widen the final movement from individual mortality toward social and universal scale. Ruin is both destruction and evidence. A ruined structure no longer serves its original function, yet its remains reveal how it was constructed. Dissecting Table treats industrial civilization in the same way, as though examining it after collapse might expose the systems hidden beneath its polished surfaces. “Cosmic Death” removes the final privilege of imagining human suffering as the center of existence. Stars die, matter transforms, and systems vastly larger than civilization continue without moral concern.
The collection’s historical importance lies partly in how unusual this sound was within its original Japanese context. Tsuji was not following the later stereotype of Japanese noise as unrestricted electronic eruption. These recordings are intensely noisy, but they remain rooted in rhythm, song-length construction, physical performance, and the confrontational economy of hardcore. Their violence is organized. Tsuji understands that a rigid pattern can be more oppressive than chaos because pattern implies a system capable of repeating its force indefinitely.
Ultra Materials also demonstrates that Dissecting Table’s later philosophical and technical developments were already contained in the earliest work. Questions of control, bodily limitation, death, illusion, human identity, and machinery are present throughout the track titles and structures. Later recordings would explore geometry, Buddhist philosophy, electronics, decay, and self-designed synthesis systems with greater abstraction, but the primary conflict had already been established: a temporary human body attempting to preserve autonomy inside structures built from repetition and force.
Steinklang’s compilation does more than rescue scarce releases. By placing the 1986–1991 material into one long sequence, it transforms scattered objects into a developmental map. Early urgency expands into extended architecture. Punk-derived attack encounters electronic space. The voice moves between command, protest, pain, and an additional layer of noise. Every piece contributes another sample to the laboratory.
The “ultra” in the title finally describes not refinement but concentration. These materials are pushed beyond their ordinary roles until metal becomes rhythm, rhythm becomes discipline, voice becomes impact, and recording becomes a method of transferring a vanished physical struggle into the present. More than thirty years later, the machinery has not become an inert museum exhibit. It begins operating again whenever the discs are played, and the listener becomes the latest body placed at its point of intersection.

Dissecting Table - 2010 - Chaos Attractor

 

R.O.N.F. Records – CDN-002  429.28MB FLAC

Chaos Attractor begins from an apparent contradiction. Chaos suggests disorder without shape, while an attractor is a pattern toward which a changing system repeatedly moves. In mathematics and physics, a chaotic system may behave unpredictably while still remaining confined within a particular range of possibilities. Its exact future cannot be calculated indefinitely, yet its activity is not random in the ordinary sense. Ichiro Tsuji turns that contradiction into nearly forty-nine minutes of unstable electronic matter. The music appears to rupture, collide, scatter, and regenerate without settling into a conventional composition, but it never becomes arbitrary. Beneath its violent surfaces, certain densities, pulses, frequencies, and behaviors continually return, as though the recording were orbiting an invisible structure it could approach but never occupy completely.
Presented as one uninterrupted track, Chaos Attractor removes the navigational assistance offered by separate titles. There are no named sections announcing a change of subject, no track numbers through which the listener can measure progress, and no clear sequence of independent pieces. The album must be entered as one system. Events arrive, accumulate, vanish, and reappear in altered form, but their boundaries remain uncertain. By the time a passage has clearly changed, the transition may already be several minutes behind us. Tsuji encourages the listener to experience structure retrospectively, recognizing patterns only after they have begun mutating.
This method differs significantly from the earlier Dissecting Table works built around metallic percussion, screamed vocals, and rigid industrial rhythm. Those elements established conflict through recognizable bodies: human breath struggling against machinery, impact repeating as discipline, and distorted language attempting to remain audible inside electronic violence. Chaos Attractor is less theatrical and more systemic. The individual human figure has largely disappeared into a field of synthesis, signal processing, noise, and fluctuating density. The machinery no longer feels like an external structure attacking a person. It behaves as an autonomous environment whose internal laws are only partially available.
The opening develops from a relatively narrow concentration of electronic pressure. Tones gather around one another, producing friction, high-frequency movement, and rough surfaces that seem unstable even when sustained. Tsuji does not establish a clean drone and gradually decorate it. Several processes appear active at once, each moving according to a different timescale. One layer may pulse rapidly while another changes so slowly that its movement becomes detectable only after the overall atmosphere has shifted. These overlapping speeds prevent the music from possessing a single center. Attention moves continually between immediate agitation and larger transformations unfolding almost beneath awareness.
A chaos attractor is useful as an image because it describes how irregular behavior can remain bounded. A weather system never repeats itself exactly, yet it does not suddenly produce every imaginable condition. Smoke curls unpredictably while continuing to follow physical relationships among heat, air, and pressure. A heartbeat varies from one moment to the next without becoming meaningless noise. Tsuji’s composition operates similarly. Its activity feels volatile, but particular sonic states recur: buzzing concentrations, abrasive sheets, oscillating tones, dense electronic storms, and sudden regions of reduced pressure. These are not conventional themes. They are territories through which the system repeatedly passes.
Repetition consequently works differently here than on Dissecting Table’s rhythm-centered recordings. A programmed industrial beat can represent authority because its exact recurrence subjects the body to an external grid. Chaos Attractor replaces that grid with unstable recurrence. Material returns, but never under precisely the same conditions. A familiar frequency may be partially buried, stretched, filtered, or surrounded by another layer that changes its apparent function. Recognition remains possible, yet certainty is continually denied. The listener experiences memory being corrected by the present.
This instability produces a distinctive form of tension. Conventional composition frequently creates anticipation by establishing a pattern and delaying its expected resolution. Tsuji creates anticipation by making it unclear whether the pattern itself still exists. A pulse may appear to organize the sound, then lose definition as surrounding frequencies thicken. The ear continues searching for it after it has possibly vanished. Another formation emerges elsewhere, and attention transfers without any decisive proof that the earlier structure ended. The composition becomes a continuous negotiation between what is physically audible and what memory insists may still be present.
The enormous density can initially resemble a single wall, but sustained listening reveals that the surface is continually folding. Some frequencies seem extremely close, almost pressing against the ear, while others suggest activity at a great distance. Layers appear to move forward and backward without ordinary stereo dramatization. This gives the music a peculiar spatial geometry. Rather than placing discrete objects inside an empty room, Tsuji makes the room itself fluctuate. Distance, mass, and scale are consequences of interacting frequencies rather than stable architectural facts.
Chaos Attractor therefore extends the spatial questions raised by Non-Euclidean Geometry. That earlier work imagined environments in which familiar measurements and straight paths could no longer be trusted. Here the geometry has become dynamic. The surface does not merely curve; it changes according to the forces moving across it. A sound alters the apparent space surrounding another sound, which then changes how the first is perceived. Cause and effect circle one another until no event can be understood as completely independent.
This is also where the album connects with the Buddhist concerns running through much of Tsuji’s work during the period. A sound may appear to possess a fixed identity, but its identity depends upon relationships among frequency, volume, surrounding material, playback equipment, room acoustics, and the listener’s changing attention. Remove those conditions and the object called “the sound” cannot remain exactly what it was. Chaos Attractor does not present this as tranquil spiritual wisdom. Interdependence becomes violent, unstable, and difficult to comprehend. Everything affects everything nearby, and no element is granted the security of an isolated essence.
The one-track structure also resists the commodity logic of extracting preferred moments. A listener can certainly move through the digital file, but the work offers no official miniature version of itself. Its meaning lies partly in duration and cumulative sensory adjustment. During the opening minutes, the electronics may feel impenetrable. As time passes, the nervous system begins learning their range. Differences that initially seemed negligible become structural; apparent chaos develops local climates; harshness acquires shades and depths. The recording has not necessarily become easier. The listener has changed enough to inhabit it.
Tsuji’s use of noise is especially effective because it avoids a simple escalation toward maximum intensity. Continuous extremity would eventually become another stable condition. Instead, pressure changes irregularly. Dense regions may thin without becoming calm, while quieter passages remain charged by the memory of what preceded them. When greater force returns, it does not feel like the predictable climax of a rising curve. It is another transformation generated by a system capable of producing sudden concentrations from its own accumulated activity.
There are moments when the electronics seem almost biological. High frequencies swarm, clusters reproduce, and vibrating masses appear to regulate themselves through cycles of expansion and contraction. Elsewhere the same material feels technological, recalling malfunctioning circuits, overloaded communication systems, or instruments attempting to process data faster than their design permits. Tsuji does not force a choice between organism and machine. The composition occupies the region where sufficiently complex machinery begins to resemble life and biological activity can be understood as a system of signals, feedback, thresholds, and electrical events.
Feedback is particularly important to the album’s conceptual world. In a feedback system, an output returns as part of the next input, altering the conditions that produced it. Small differences can accumulate until the later state bears little obvious resemblance to the beginning. This process has social and psychological equivalents. Fear changes behavior, changed behavior creates another reaction, and that reaction appears to confirm the original fear. Anger feeds upon its consequences. Institutions produce the evidence used to justify their continued operation. Tsuji’s sound suggests such loops without reducing them to a political illustration. Electronic activity seems continually to be consuming and transforming its own residue.
The album’s origin in material associated with a handmade 2009 box edition limited to twelve sets strengthens this sense of recursive transformation. Rather than treating one recording as fixed and complete, Tsuji allowed the material to pass through multiple forms: private edition, remix, advance mini-CDr, and full-length album. Each version reorganized the system and produced another route through it. The work’s identity therefore exists across variations rather than inside one unquestionable original. The attractor remains recognizable while the trajectory changes.
R.O.N.F. Records was an appropriate home for the widely distributed CD. The Spanish label operated among noise, noisecore, grind, and industrial extremity, yet Chaos Attractor does not behave like a simple genre exercise. Its force is undeniable, but its deepest subject is organization. Tsuji is asking how form can exist without predictability, how repetition can survive without exact duplication, and how a composition can possess identity while continually changing its internal relationships.
The answer is not offered as theory placed above the music. It is embedded within the listening experience. We know the work is one piece because the disc and title tell us so, but the ear must repeatedly rediscover what gives that piece coherence. No melody unifies it, no vocal narrative explains it, and no regular beat supplies a common measurement. Unity emerges from behavior: the persistent transformation of electronic mass within a bounded but immeasurably complicated field.
Chaos Attractor ultimately replaces industrial music’s factory with a weather system. The machinery remains, but it no longer performs one visible task in obedient repetition. It generates conditions, receives the consequences, and changes in response. Order does not defeat chaos, nor does chaos destroy order. Each exists inside the other. The most rigid pulse contains microscopic variation, while the most violent electronic storm follows limits that prevent it from becoming absolutely anything.
When the composition ends, it feels less like a conclusion than the sudden loss of access to an ongoing process. The system could continue transforming beyond the forty-nine-minute boundary, but the recording closes the observation window. Silence returns as another unstable state, temporarily filled with remembered frequencies that may seem to persist after the speakers stop. Tsuji leaves us not with a solved equation, but with the sensation of having entered a machine whose apparent disorder concealed an intricate and unknowable form of attraction.