The music contained on X Post Industriale/Rituals is a vividly grotesque display of post-apocalyptic industrial, a bold collection of aural assaults, chaotic warding formed around a single, hell-inspired vision. This is definitely not a recording for the faint.
The project springs out of Florence, Italy and is a combined effort of two local industrial groups. Recorded live in 2015 in Bologna, X Post Industriale/Rituals stands out as a massive, ambitious recording, the shortest track nearly 22-minutes in length.
I went back and forth on the best way in which to characterize this record. After some deliberation, I decided to describe my total emotional response. This album was dark and quite unsettling to listen to. Even the lingering undercurrents made me feel vulnerable and small. Under its sway I was too weak to push back against the images cropping up in my mind. The sounds were suggestive and harrowing. I could not shake the sense that I was under duress, like the shadow of something broad winged and predatory was circling gently over my path. Like it was biding its time. Get that? It felt like it was hovering over me, choosing at its leisure the right moment to pluck my worthless, fleeing body off of the road. There are voices throughout the album. Hardly to be described human, they spewed spine chilling cultish incantations about mother and daughter linked in a ceremony of blood. Each time the beast speaks the effect becomes a little more disturbing, his tone anticipatory, narrowing his scope.
We hear a little girl on Side B. Is it her that it’s coming for?
I very likely will not listen to X Post Industriale/Rituals again. I arrive at that conclusion not because the record isn’t good. I arrive at that conclusion because it is quite good and I really don’t want to feel it again for fear it affects me even deeper. Art can be funny like that. Awesome in scope and in vision, but once it’s been taken in there is no reason to do it again. However grotesque, X Post Industriale/Rituals should be counted as a stunning piece of art. Does the album aim to uplift? Are there any pretenses of accessibility? Absolutely not. The project carves out of a dark niche, intended for a specific audience whose needs are more visceral. On that account, this album hits hard.