Album Review: I’m Completely Cured by Huyiming
If you’re into music that feels like it’s trying to break your brain in the best way possible, Huyiming’s I’m Completely Cured is worth a spin. Released in 2018 under Big Pharma Records (cool name, right?), this album dives deep into the chaotic worlds of Power Electronics, Harsh Noise Wall, and just straight-up Noise. It’s not for everyone—like, if you’re looking for chill vibes or something to play at a dinner party, maybe skip this one. But if you love soundscapes that feel like they’re tearing apart reality, buckle up.
The title track, “I’m Completely Cured,” hits hard from the first second. Imagine a wall of distortion so thick you could probably build a house out of it. The track doesn’t let up—it’s relentless, noisy, and honestly kind of cathartic. There’s no melody in the traditional sense, but there’s this raw energy that grabs you by the ears and shakes you around. I kept coming back to it because it’s the kind of song that makes you feel alive, even if it also makes your neighbors hate you.
Another standout is “Static Overload” (or whatever the actual track name is—I’m going off memory here). This one’s shorter but packs a punch with layers of feedback and screeching tones that somehow feel intentional. It’s like listening to a malfunctioning robot having an existential crisis. Weirdly enough, it stuck with me because it’s the perfect soundtrack for when you’re stuck in traffic and need to scream into the void.
Huyiming’s work on this album isn’t just noise for noise’s sake. You can tell there’s thought behind the chaos, even if it’s not immediately obvious. It’s like staring at an abstract painting—you might not get it right away, but there’s something compelling about the mess.
Final thoughts? Listening to I’m Completely Cured feels like sticking your head inside a jet engine while someone yells philosophy at you. It’s intense, exhausting, and oddly rewarding. Honestly, after hearing this, I kinda want to see what Huyiming would do with a symphony orchestra. Or maybe don’t—can you imagine?
