Alright, let’s dive into Lewd Juice 91919 by Sloth, an album that hits like a brick wall of sound. This thing is pure Harsh Noise Wall (HNW), and if you’re not familiar with the genre, buckle up because it’s not for the faint of heart. Released back in 2019 as a self-released project under Not On Label, this U.S.-based artist came out swinging with one track that’s just... well, relentless.
First off, the title track, Lewd Juice 91919, is basically what I imagine chaos would sound like if it had a pulse. It’s abrasive, unapologetic, and feels like your ears are getting pummeled by static and distortion on purpose. But here’s the weird part—it’s oddly hypnotic. You know when something’s so loud and chaotic that you can’t look away? That’s this track. It’s like staring into a storm. The layers build up over time, but it never lets you catch your breath. Honestly, I think about it days later because it’s not just noise; it’s like some kind of auditory endurance test. If you survive it, congrats—you’ve earned bragging rights.
The other standout moment is the way Sloth plays with dynamics—or lack thereof. There isn’t much variation in terms of melody or rhythm, which sounds like a bad thing, but hear me out. The consistency of the assault makes it feel intentional, almost meditative in its relentlessness. Like, sure, there’s no “hook” in the traditional sense, but the sheer audacity of keeping the same level of intensity from start to finish is impressive. It’s like Sloth is daring you to keep listening, and honestly? I did.
What sticks with me most about this album is how it doesn’t try to win you over. Most music these days is all about being catchy or polished, but Lewd Juice 91919 doesn’t care if you like it or not. And honestly? That’s kinda refreshing. It’s not trying to sell you anything or make you feel good. It’s just raw, unfiltered expression.
Reflection time: Listening to this album felt like standing too close to a jet engine—painful, disorienting, but also kinda awe-inspiring. At one point, my cat jumped onto my lap during the track and immediately freaked out. She bolted across the room like her life depended on it. I couldn’t blame her, though. Maybe she knew something I didn’t.
