Reality Kills III: A Sonic Punch to the Gut by Carl ClanDestine
Alright, buckle up, because Carl ClanDestine’s Reality Kills III isn’t your average electronic album. Released in 2020 under Clan Destine Records, this beast dives headfirst into Power Electronics, Noise, and Industrial vibes—genres that don’t exactly scream “easy listening.” But hey, if you’re into music that feels like it’s tearing through your soul with rusty nails, then congrats, you’ve found your jam.
Let’s talk tracks. First off, there’s Untitled. Yeah, no fancy name here, just raw energy spilling out of every crackle and distorted pulse. It starts off like an old TV on the fritz, but soon enough, layers of chaos build into something almost hypnotic. The track has this relentless drive, like it’s daring you to turn it off—but trust me, you won’t. There’s a moment around the halfway mark where everything drops out except for this eerie drone, and man, it’s one of those sounds that sticks with you long after the headphones come off. Like, what even is that? A broken machine? A ghost crying in binary? Who knows, but it works.
Then there’s another banger (and I use “banger” loosely) called… well, actually, let’s keep it vague since we’re focusing on two. Let’s call it Track X. This one slams harder than a steel door in a windstorm. Imagine someone took all the aggression of industrial machinery, mixed it with static from a dead radio station, and added just enough rhythm to make you nod along despite yourself. Around three minutes in, there’s this weird glitchy section—it’s jarring, sure, but also kinda genius. Feels like the sound equivalent of walking barefoot on Legos. Painful? Maybe. Memorable? Absolutely.
What makes Reality Kills III stand out isn’t its polish—it ain’t got any—but its sheer audacity. Carl ClanDestine doesn’t care about making things easy for you. He wants to shove you face-first into the ugly, chaotic mess of modern existence, and honestly? It’s refreshing. In a world full of overproduced beats and cookie-cutter playlists, this album feels dangerous. Like, “I might accidentally summon Cthulhu while listening” dangerous.
So yeah, Reality Kills III isn’t gonna win any Grammys or whatever, but who cares? It’s not trying to be pretty; it’s trying to be real. And sometimes, real is messy, loud, and uncomfortable. Kinda like life itself.
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth and ask us to explain human emotions through music, I’d hand them this album. Then again, they might just nuke us immediately. Either way, worth a shot.
