Job Slavery Degradation by Mindvoid: A Noisy, Gritty Trip Through the Electronic Underground
If you’re into noise that punches you in the gut and leaves your ears ringing like a fire alarm at 3 AM, Job Slavery Degradation by Mindvoid is probably your jam. Released back in 2013 under Russia’s Kadaath Records, this album doesn’t mess around—it’s raw, chaotic, and unapologetically abrasive. And honestly? That’s kind of its charm.
Let’s dive into it. The genre here is electronic, but don’t expect chill beats or dancefloor vibes. This is noise, baby—sharp, jagged sounds that sound like they were recorded inside an alien spaceship crashing into a steel factory. It’s not for everyone, but if you’re down for something wild and unhinged, buckle up.
One track I can’t get out of my head is “Deep Black Narrow Tunnel.” Man, what even is this title? It sounds like the name of some horror movie set in space. But musically, it’s where things get really interesting. The track opens with these low, rumbling tones that feel like you’ve been swallowed whole by some kind of mechanical beast. Then BAM—it hits you with layers of static and distorted synths that just keep building until you're drowning in sound. There’s no escape, no relief—it’s suffocating, but in the best possible way. Like, yeah, I’m trapped, but damn, it feels cinematic as hell.
Another standout has to be “Alcoholism From Another Planet.” What a banger of a title, right? This one’s got a weird groove buried underneath all the chaos, like someone tried to make club music for robots on acid. Every now and then, there are these glitchy bursts that sound like malfunctioning arcade machines, which just adds to the vibe. By the end, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to laugh, cry, or throw my headphones across the room. Probably all three.
Now, let’s talk about the titular tracks, “Job.Slavery.Degradation (Censored Demo Version)” and its uncensored sibling. These cuts hammer home the theme of the album—feeling crushed under modern life’s endless grind. The censored version feels almost… polite? Like they’re trying to tone it down for polite company. But the uncensored version? Oh boy, it lets loose with everything it’s got. It’s like comparing a PG-rated movie to the director’s cut—same story, but one pulls zero punches.
By the time you hit the final track, “Underground Dimension,” you might feel like you’ve survived a sensory overload. It’s slower, darker, more atmospheric—but still dripping with tension. It’s less in-your-face than the others, but trust me, it lingers long after the last note fades.
So, would I recommend Job Slavery Degradation? Absolutely—if you’re ready for an experience that’s equal parts headache-inducing and awe-inspiring. Listening to this album felt like being strapped to a rocket while wearing broken headphones. Weirdly enough, though, I kinda loved it.
Final thought: If Elon Musk ever decides to colonize Mars, he should blast this album during takeoff. Nothing screams intergalactic rebellion quite like Russian noise music from 2013.
