Born by Aardvark: An Industrial Assault on Your Ears
Alright, let’s get into it. Born by Aardvark isn’t for the faint of heart—it’s a relentless sonic beating that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Released in 2008 outta Italy via FinalMuzik, this album is pure chaos wrapped up in dark ambient vibes with some industrial noise thrown in for good measure. If you’re looking for something soft or melodic, turn back now. This ain’t it.
The tracks hit hard, but two stuck with me like glue—Millions Of Pipes and Interiora. Let’s break ‘em down real quick.
First off, Millions Of Pipes. Holy crap, this thing hits like a freight train at midnight. It’s all clanging metal, distorted basslines, and these weird-ass mechanical groans that make you feel like you're trapped inside a factory during an apocalypse. You know when you hear sounds so raw they almost hurt? That’s what this track does. But instead of pissing me off, it made me wanna smash stuff. There’s no structure here—at least not one you can follow—but who cares? It’s ugly as hell and perfect because of it.
Then there’s Interiora. Man, this one creeps under your skin and just... festers. Imagine being locked in a pitch-black basement while someone whispers things you don’t wanna hear. The synths are cold, distant, and kinda suffocating. Every note feels deliberate, like it's dragging you deeper into whatever nightmare Aardvark cooked up. I kept thinking about those horror movies where nothing happens, but everything feels wrong. That’s Interiora.
Props to Federico Pennazzato (producer) for making this mess sound cohesive enough to work. And shoutout to Sicersimpliciter.com for the artwork—it’s grimy and unsettling, matching the vibe perfectly. Honestly, without that visual punch, the album might lose half its impact.
But here’s the kicker: listening to Born feels like therapy for people who hate themselves—or maybe just need to purge some demons. It’s exhausting, abrasive, and occasionally infuriating. Yet, somehow, it works. Like, how does that even happen?
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth and ask us to explain human pain through music, we should just hand them this album. They’d probably leave us alone after hearing it.
