Album Review: You No Longer Guide Me by Isolation Order
Alright, let’s talk about You No Longer Guide Me, the 2013 release from Isolation Order. If you’re into noise as a style (and not just something your neighbor complains about), this album is worth a spin. Released under Third Eye Grind Records in the US, it’s one of those records that doesn’t try to charm you—it hits you over the head with its raw intensity instead.
The genre here is listed as "Non-Music," but don’t let that scare you off if you’re unfamiliar. It’s more like anti-music—chaotic, abrasive, and unapologetically experimental. For fans of noise, this is gold. Two tracks that stick out? Let’s break ‘em down.
First up, "Days Of Repeat." Man, this track feels like being stuck in some kind of industrial time loop. The layers of distortion build on each other until you can’t tell where one sound ends and another begins. It’s hypnotic in a way that makes your brain itch, which sounds weird, I know, but trust me—it works. What I remember most is how relentless it feels. Like, there’s no escape hatch; you either surrender to the chaos or turn it off completely. Personally, I love stuff that pushes boundaries like that.
Then there’s "Monument Crashing." This one opens with what sounds like machinery grinding against itself before exploding into full-on auditory destruction. There’s something oddly satisfying about how messy it is—you get the sense they didn’t overthink it, ya know? Just pure emotion poured into sound. Every now and then, there are these faint echoes that almost sound melodic, like ghosts trying to peek through the wall of noise. That contrast sticks with you long after the track fades out.
What’s cool about You No Longer Guide Me is that it doesn’t care if you “get” it. It exists on its own terms, and honestly, that’s refreshing. Listening to it feels less like entertainment and more like an experience—one that challenges you to rethink what music even is.
So yeah, would I recommend this album? Totally—but only if you’re ready for something that’s gonna mess with your head. And hey, isn’t that what great art’s supposed to do? Final thought: If silence ever starts feeling too loud, throw this bad boy on. Just don’t blame me when your cat hides under the couch.
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