viddekazz2-Sounds Of Silence; Public Eyesore Records #161, 2025

 

Japan seems to be emerging quite strongly within Disaster Amnesiac's synchronous field currently. The New York Times Style Magazine recent issue about what William S. Burroughs referred to as The Yellow Pearl is reading material a mi casita, as has been a fascinating, brief essay by Truman Capote, both along with an unsolicited reference to it by a dear friend within our prolonged conversation. In light of all this it seems fitting that the next release from the stack of Public Eyesore/eh? Records product to be considered is one from Tokyo-based Noise Punk duo viddekazz2, entitled Sounds Of Silence. It comes as no surprise in these quarters that guitarist Miyano and drummer Kick-C froth up a tremendous racket on this Public Eyesore disc. There are numerous examples of such approaches being served up by the label. It's clearly an aesthetic that Bryan supports and encourages. Sounds Of Silence is a very raw recording, made up of mostly very short blasts of swiftly syncopated guitar/drums mashing. Quick micro songs that are full of instrumental overdrive tendencies. It has the Punk. It has the Metal. It has deadpan vocals that sound as if they're being delivered by dudes dressed in black and having mirror shades over their eyes. Possibly fairy tale rhymes may be present. There might be a Deep Purple song covered but viddekazz2's hammering nature makes it their own. The album's high point is reached within Top Of the World, the penultimate track. This big Psych jam blends Glitter tropes and astute looping riff. It has additionally sounded as if its players transcended time itself in the formation of giant Oort Cloud jamming thickness. The air up there is rarefied, even as there appear to be two different sequences of playing fused. It just works really, really well for the interested listener. Seekers of silence would likely try to turn Sounds Of Silence down a bit, but if you want its true majesty to be revealed, crank it up and brace for that second to last track to come down. Any fan of jammed-out Psych will find that sweet spot for musical contemplation within its duration.