|| nøthing || - SACRIFICE 1xLP

Limited edition of 100 copies on yellow/black vinyl. Special edition alternative artwork on a glossy jacket.

This album is a TRIP, and I’ll let my friend Jon take this one:

“This album sounds like the musical equivalent to a complete mental breakdown.”
“Why is this music giving me anxiety?”
“I have no idea what is happening, and I’m not sure I want to.”
All of these are genuine reactions to Sacrifice - the strangely beautiful yet horrifying collection of songs that ll nøthing ll has created.
The first time I heard Sacrifice I turned it off after 30 seconds. I heard noise… a garbled mess. My brain couldn’t properly process what was happening in my speakers and it sounded like a bunch of random samples thrown together to create a monstrosity. I had a visceral reaction to the music and I hated it.
Normally that would be the end of the story, but not here. I found myself morbidly curious. Why did I react the way I did? I had to know.
WIth some hesitation I went back to the album. The strange syncopated beats and random noise samples mixed with incomplete melodies tormented my ears again. I had that same fight or flight response… but this time I fought.
After making it through the album I knew that I had experienced something. I wasn’t sure what, but I knew it was something I had never heard or felt before. That in and of itself was noteworthy.
I continued to listen. Slowly the music unfolded itself to me. The interaction of the glitched out drums with the noise patterns of infinite lives somehow had a groove to them. The heartfelt cries of the woman in nothing stuck with me. Eventually even the garbled mess of i could go anywhere but again i go with you became warmer and more inviting. Was there beauty buried somewhere deep in Sacrifice…?
I still don’t know if I like this album or not, I don’t know if I ever will. It’s more of an experience than it is an album. It taps into the primal side of my brain and activates genuine emotion. True stress and real beauty. That’s why I love it.
Nothing is real. Sacrifice thyself.