Eyes Bleeding Mouth Sewn Shut: A Sonic Descent into Darkness
Released in 2012 by the enigmatic US-based artist Whorid, Eyes Bleeding Mouth Sewn Shut is a harrowing journey through the shadowy realms of dark ambient, industrial, and noise. Self-released under the label Not On Label (Whorid Self-released), this album doesn’t just push boundaries—it obliterates them. If you’re looking for something to hum along to on your morning commute, this ain’t it. But if you crave an auditory experience that feels like staring into the void while the void stares back, read on.
The opening track, "Mortified; Writhing In Agony," grabs you by the throat from the get-go. It’s a cacophony of distorted drones and jagged textures that sound like machinery malfunctioning in slow motion. The layers build relentlessly, creating a suffocating atmosphere that’s equal parts unsettling and mesmerizing. What sticks with me about this track is how it forces you to sit with discomfort—there’s no escape, no melodic reprieve, just pure sonic tension. You can almost feel the weight of its title pressing down on your chest.
Then there’s "Suffocating Lifeless In Bile," which might be one of the most evocative song titles I’ve come across. This piece dives even deeper into the abyss, blending guttural growls with eerie synth swells. It’s not so much music as it is a soundscape of despair. Listening to it feels like being trapped in a nightmare where every breath is heavier than the last. The way the track ebbs and flows between oppressive noise and moments of near-silence keeps you hooked, unsure of what’s coming next but unable to turn away.
What makes Eyes Bleeding Mouth Sewn Shut stand out isn’t just its technical execution—it’s the raw emotion behind it. Whorid has crafted something deeply personal yet universally haunting. Tracks like these don’t just play; they invade your space, linger in your thoughts, and leave scars.
In a world obsessed with polished production and catchy hooks, albums like this remind us why experimental music matters. They challenge our expectations, force us to confront uncomfortable truths, and make us question what “music” really means. And honestly? That’s kinda beautiful in its own twisted way.
Final thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably wear all black, avoid eye contact, and have some seriously wild stories to tell—if it ever spoke at all.
