Split by To Die + Holidaysuckers: A Noise-Fueled Joyride Through Chaos
Alright, buckle up, folks. If you’re looking for something that’ll make your eardrums question their life choices, Split by To Die and Holidaysuckers is the album to hit play on (or maybe hit "skip" if you’re a wuss). Released in 2012 under Placenta Recordings, this unholy mashup of electronic madness and rock insanity throws genres like Noise, Speedcore, and Grindcore into a blender—and then presses puree. It’s wild, it’s loud, and honestly? It’s kind of genius.
Let’s dive into two tracks from this chaotic masterpiece because not every song here needs a deep analysis—you either vibe with this level of audio assault or you don’t.
First off, we’ve got “Fakk Melowdickolous This Is Turbospeed Powerviolencecore-!!!” Oh yeah, they really named it that. And let me tell ya, this track delivers exactly what its ridiculous title promises: turbo-speed chaos wrapped in layers of distorted mayhem. Imagine someone took an industrial drill, dipped it in acid, and let it loose on a dance floor filled with angry punks. The beats are relentless, the energy is nuclear, and halfway through, I swear my cat gave me a look like, “What fresh hell is this?” But here’s the kicker—it’s addictive. You can’t help but bang your head while simultaneously wondering if your brain might explode. That’s the magic of it.
Then there’s “Ketidakpastiansemuitupastisemu,” which sounds like someone decided to spell-check gibberish and just went, “Eh, close enough.” This one’s a bit more atmospheric compared to the full-on assault of other tracks, but don’t get comfy—it still hits hard. There’s this eerie buildup that feels like walking through a haunted factory where all the machines have gone rogue. Just when you think it’s gonna chill out, BAM! Back to the grind-your-face-off vibes. It’s unpredictable, kinda unsettling, and oddly satisfying—all at once.
Look, this album isn’t for everyone. If you’re into soft acoustic melodies or gentle piano ballads, you’ll probably hate it. Hell, even if you’re just a casual listener of heavy music, this might feel like sensory overload. But for those who dig experimental noise and unapologetic aggression, Split is a treasure trove of WTF moments that stick with you long after the last beat drops.
And hey, isn’t that what great art does? Makes you uncomfortable, challenges your expectations, and leaves you thinking, “Wait…did I enjoy that?”
Final thought: Listening to Split feels like being trapped inside a malfunctioning robot having an existential crisis. Weirdly profound, right?
