Memory In Fuck by Current Worming: A Noise-Fueled Trip You Won’t Forget
Alright, let’s talk about Memory In Fuck by Current Worming. Released back in 2015 on the Dogmatics In Outline label, this Canadian gem dives headfirst into the gritty worlds of Noise and Industrial electronic music. If you’re into sounds that feel like they were recorded in a dystopian factory or some abandoned warehouse at 3 AM, then buddy, this is your jam.
First off, I gotta shout out the track "Untitled." Yeah, real creative name, huh? But don’t let that fool ya—it’s a banger. This thing hits hard with layers of distorted beats and screeching synths that just claw at your brain. It's chaotic but weirdly hypnotic, like when you're stuck staring at static on an old TV because it's oddly satisfying. There’s no clear structure here, which might piss off some folks who need their music all neat and tidy. But if you’re cool with letting the chaos wash over you, it’s kind of liberating. Honestly, I remember this one 'cause it made me wanna pace around my room muttering nonsense to myself—like, mission accomplished, right?
Another standout (well, as much as anything stands out in this sonic mess) is the opening track—I won’t name it 'cause I can’t even tell where one song ends and another begins half the time. But damn, it sets the tone perfectly. Imagine someone took a blender full of broken glass, rusty nails, and bad dreams, hit puree, and then blasted it through a speaker system designed by robots from hell. Sounds awful? Maybe. But also kinda awesome? Absolutely. The way it builds tension without ever really resolving feels like being chased by something you can’t see. Spoiler alert: you never escape. Love it.
This album isn’t for everyone. Like, not even close. Some people will probably hate it after thirty seconds, and fair enough. But there’s something raw and unfiltered about Memory In Fuck. It doesn’t try to be pretty or polished; instead, it revels in its own ugliness. And honestly? That’s refreshing in a world where so much music feels calculated to death.
Here’s the kicker though—if you listen to this album while cooking dinner, you’ll probably burn everything. Not saying that happened to me, but… yeah, it totally did. So maybe save it for late-night headphone sessions when you’ve got nothing better to do than get lost in the noise. Or, y’know, clean up burnt spaghetti. Your call.
