Los Odios - El Futuro Es Una Tumba

  • A unique take on danceable noise and industrial from Argentina.
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  • Los Odios is a "post-human music ensemble" that's actually just one man: Augustín Genoud, cofounder of the Buenos Aires label and collective Trrueno. From percussive club tracks to abstract experiments, Trrueno releases tend to push the limits of what's possible with sound design, using new processing effects to their fullest potential. On one end, there are the early label compilations, MECHA01 and MECHA02, which apply this digital alchemy to party rhythms like reggaeton and grime. On the other, there's the self-titled LP from la_muerte, Genoud's improvisational trio—they make unquantized rhythmic noise with live drums mangled by plug-ins. Their tenth release is a live album from Genoud's Los Odios project, which captures his hair-raising performance with only an Elektron sampler and a microphone at a small Buenos Aires festival. Though it contains traces of the complex digital sound that characterizes many of their releases (and label artwork), it also moves toward something more human. Threading grindcore and techno through Argentine folklore, it's the label's most extreme and dystopian release yet. There are blood-curdling screams and double-time blast beats, but Genoud builds up to those explosive moments with quietly intense and unnerving passages. On "En El Medio Del Monte," he borrows lyrics from an Argentine folk poem called a vidala, which is usually accompanied by guitar and a skin drum. Instead, he gives us a resounding, overdriven bass pulse and a nervous layer of percussion. The first stanza of the poem translates to: "I live in the middle of the mountain / Ax, machete and sweat / My blood is burning / Under the rays of sunlight." The words conjure ancient and elemental images, and the way he delivers them—moaning, yawning almost, over a sinister drone—adds to the feeling of witnessing some powerful force. Mouth noises are central to Genoud's performance—not just singing and screaming, but abstract vocal sounds that, when chopped and fed through a sampler, could be human, animal or machine. "Bosque" is a collage of breathy consonants: snoring, squeaking, growling, heaving and rattling. The way he disfigures these vocal clips elicits both disgust and curiosity. But El Futuro Es Una Tumba is rhythmic as well as textural, with tracks that span slow, glitchy techno ("Astro Voice") and ballistic pogo-stick hardcore ("Júpiter En Sagitario.") The show ends with six minutes of savage, high-velocity drums, followed by a slow reprise of the poem from "En El Medio Del Monte," which he sings like a lament. His voice lingers in the room's acoustic reverb when he delivers the last line, then there's a silent beat and the audience goes crazy. You can feel the tension and release, like everybody was holding their breath.
  • Tracklist
      01. Está Llegando? 02. Adentro 03. Cantando Al Sol Y Al Mar 04. En El Medio Del Monte 05. Bosque 06. Astro Voice 07. Serpiente 08. Una Brisa 09. Maten A Los Huérfanos 10. Condenando 11. Conflict 12. Los Pájaros 13. Peces En Siglos 14. Júpiter En Sagitario 15. En El Infinito Un Abrazo