The Suicide Report by Experimentalis Animali: A Sonic Assault You Won’t Forget
Let’s get one thing straight—this ain’t your grandma’s chillout playlist. The Suicide Report, dropped in 2017 by the US-based noise terrorists Experimentalis Animali, is a full-on auditory beatdown. Released under Silent Method Records, this album doesn’t just push boundaries; it obliterates them with a sledgehammer made of distorted synths and industrial chaos. If you’re into ambient soundscapes that feel like drowning in static or experimental noise that punches you in the gut, then congrats, you’ve found your new favorite record.
This beast clocks in with eight tracks, but two stand out like rusty nails in your skull: “A Fascist America” and “Anti-Semitic Swine [Gas Them Out].” Yeah, these titles are as brutal as they sound—and trust me, the music matches.
“A Fascist America” slams you right off the bat with its suffocating layers of mechanical groans and glitchy feedback loops. It’s not so much a song as it is an audio representation of societal collapse. The track builds tension without ever letting go, keeping you on edge like someone lurking behind you in a dark alley. By the time it ends, you’ll feel violated—but also weirdly alive. Like, holy crap, what did I just listen to?
Then there’s “Anti-Semitic Swine [Gas Them Out],” which hits harder than a steel-toed boot to the face. This one’s raw aggression bottled up and shaken until it explodes. The screeching high-pitched tones clash against grinding basslines, creating a soundscape that feels both chaotic and calculated. It’s ugly, confrontational, and unapologetically abrasive. And honestly? That’s why it sticks with you. You don’t forget something this visceral—it leaves a scar.
The rest of the album follows suit, blending ambient eeriness with industrial grit and noise that makes your ears bleed (in a good way). Tracks like “Violent Treatment” and “Suicidium” keep the energy levels cranked while throwing curveballs at every turn. There’s no comfort here, no safe space for your eardrums. Just pure, unfiltered hostility wrapped in experimental artistry.
So yeah, The Suicide Report isn’t for everyone. If you need your hand held through soft melodies and predictable structures, steer clear. But if you crave music that challenges you, pisses you off, and forces you to confront some uncomfortable truths, then dive headfirst into this sonic cesspool.
Here’s the kicker though—listening to this album feels less like entertainment and more like therapy for people who hate themselves. Maybe that’s the point. Or maybe Experimentalis Animali just wanted to remind us how messed up everything really is. Either way, it works. Now excuse me while I lie down and recover from that existential crisis this album just gave me.
