Album Review: Cuntlike At The Gates Of Rhythm Orgy Music by Viodre
Alright, let’s dive into this wild ride of an album—Cuntlike At The Gates Of Rhythm Orgy Music. Yeah, that’s a mouthful, but trust me, it fits. Released in 2006 by the enigmatic Viodre, this thing is like stepping into some kind of industrial fever dream where genres don’t exist and rules are more like suggestions. It’s tagged under Non-Music and Electronic, but honestly? That doesn’t even scratch the surface. You’ve got Field Recordings rubbing shoulders with Power Electronics, Abstract vibes blending into Trip Hop, Noise smashing against Ambient—it’s a chaotic soup of sound that somehow works.
First off, props to Kalifornia Love Addiction for putting this out. I mean, who else would take a chance on something so unapologetically experimental? And coming from the US, no less—a country better known for its pop hits than its avant-garde noise experiments. But hey, here we are.
Now, onto the tracks. With over 30 songs (yes, really), you’d think it’d be hard to pick favorites, but two stuck out to me like sore thumbs: "Thirteen" and "Flatlined And Still Dreaming."
“Thirteen” feels like walking through an abandoned factory late at night. There’s this eerie hum in the background, almost like machinery left running after everyone’s gone home. Then these glitchy beats start creeping in, unpredictable and kinda jarring, but in a good way. Like, you’re not sure if you should dance or run for your life. By the time the track fades out, you’re left wondering what just happened—and isn’t that the mark of great art?
Then there’s “Flatlined And Still Dreaming,” which might as well be my new life motto. This one starts off slow, almost meditative, with these haunting ambient tones looping around your brain. But about halfway through, BAM—it shifts gears completely. Suddenly you’re hit with this wall of distorted noise, like someone took all their frustrations and shoved them into a blender. It’s intense, yeah, but also strangely cathartic. Listening to it felt like purging emotions I didn’t know I had. Weirdly satisfying.
What makes this album stand out is how unpolished and raw it feels. Nothing here screams “commercial success,” and thank god for that. Instead, it’s messy, layered, and deeply personal—like flipping through someone’s diary without permission. Tracks like “Heravy Sleep” and “Uriel Effect” feel like fragments of thoughts, half-formed ideas floating around in the ether. Meanwhile, cuts like “No Discipline (Another Bad Night)” bring the chaos full circle, reminding you that sometimes music doesn’t need to make sense to resonate.
So yeah, Cuntlike At The Gates Of Rhythm Orgy Music isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking for catchy hooks or radio-friendly bops, keep scrolling. But if you’re down to explore the darker corners of sound design, this is your jam. Honestly, listening to it felt like therapy—albeit therapy conducted by a mad scientist with questionable taste in decor.
Final thought? I can’t help but wonder if Viodre ever listens to this album now and cringes. Or maybe they’re too busy making even weirder stuff. Either way, hats off to them for creating something this bold. Now excuse me while I go lie down and recover from sensory overload.
