Seism’s Extermination Of The Human Race – A Noise Odyssey That Sticks With You
Alright, let me just say this: Seism's Extermination Of The Human Race isn’t for everyone. It’s raw, it’s ugly, and sometimes it feels like your brain is being microwaved while listening to it. But damn, if you’re into electronic noise that punches you in the gut and leaves you gasping for air, this 2004 Canadian gem might just be your new obsession. Released under their own label (because who else would touch something so gloriously unhinged?), this album doesn’t play by any rules—and honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.
Let’s talk about two tracks that really stuck with me—Eyeball Torture and Corpse On Fire. First off, yeah, those titles alone are enough to make you go “what did I sign up for?” But trust me, they deliver on the chaos promised by their names.
Eyeball Torture hits you like a sledgehammer right from the start. The opening sounds feel like someone took an old TV set, smashed it against a wall, and then ran the static through a distortion pedal. And yet… there’s this weird rhythm buried underneath all the chaos. Like, I found myself nodding along even though my ears were screaming at me to stop. There’s something hypnotic about how abrasive it is—it’s not music; it’s more like an experience. Halfway through, there’s this moment where everything drops out except for this eerie high-pitched tone that feels like it’s drilling straight into your skull. Yeah, not exactly dinner party material, but holy crap, does it leave an impression.
Then there’s Corpse On Fire, which is basically what I imagine hellfire sounds like. The track builds slowly, almost teasing you with these low, rumbling drones before exploding into this chaotic mess of screeching synths and glitchy bursts. It’s relentless, like running through a war zone with no escape route. At one point, I swear I heard what sounded like screams—or maybe that was just my own reaction—but either way, it got under my skin. This song doesn’t let up, not even for a second, and when it finally ends, you kinda just sit there thinking, “Wait…was that real?”
What strikes me most about this album is how unapologetically intense it is. Most people would call this stuff "unlistenable," but honestly, that’s part of its charm. It’s like Seism looked at the world in 2004, saw how messed up things were getting, and decided to create a soundtrack for humanity losing its collective mind.
But here’s the thing—I can’t stop thinking about it. Even after turning it off, pieces of it linger in your head, like a bad dream you can’t shake. Maybe that’s why they named it Extermination Of The Human Race. It’s not just noise; it’s a statement. A middle finger to convention, to comfort, to anything remotely safe or predictable.
And hey, fun fact—if aliens ever invade Earth and ask us to explain human culture, I’d hand them this album. Not because it’s pretty or polished, but because it’s honest. Brutally, painfully honest. So yeah, check it out…if you dare. Just don’t blame me if your cat hides under the couch for a week afterward.
