What does flesh sound like? Devouring, gnashing of teeth, pain and pleasure, death and power. Laceration, the dripping of blood and saliva leaving completely raw that which already was.
This is the sound of Test Icicles: flesh in all its material and symbolic realization.
Dreadful name for a dreadful band that lasted two years. Their only LP, “For Screening Purposes Only”, is a veritable B-movie with chainsaws, zombies and gushes of gratuitous violence. In fact, this band is a pastiche of trash genres, a gruesome creature made of shreds of flesh with only a few bits of loose skin, driven by the hunger for more fresh meat. It is a living-dead thing that struggles and squirms, contaminating others, causing reactions of revulsion and intense nausea mixed with fascination and a morbid primitive pull.
Secretly, we all are attracted to it and we all feel embarrassed for enjoying a regurgitated chorus or a blood-spattered riff. Secretly we all want to dive deep into grossness with them, undress our prejudices and, like in the track “Shark”, dance and scream“SHARKS, BITE, KILL, BLOOD”, amongst chunks of flesh, in a foaming sea of dark fluids.
This band's bestiality and the weakness we have for it come from the same place: the flesh and all that it embodies. That is why, if after we listen we discover that we always enjoyed raw meat, our hunger will never be the same.
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