With the split 7" between Richmond's scathing punk assassins, BLEACH EVERYTHING, and Los Angeles' solo synth creep, VORS, just under two weeks from parole via Magic Bullet Records, an exclusive exposé is now available via almighty horror sanctuary, Fangoira Magazine, with interrogations of both acts and audio evidence of the eviscerating EP. Introducing the cross-examination, Fangoria proclaims, "Waiting for that special record to come along and drive a dread-infused aural stake right dead center through your cold, black, horror-loving heart this Halloween month? Well, today is your lucky day." It continues, noting the split is, "a chilling, schizophrenic maelstrom which in toto represents one hell of a terrifying earworm."
Get stalked and slashed with the ravenous punkcrush of BLEACH EVERYTHING's Black Christmas homage in "The Moaner," and VORS' skulking, split-personality darkwave creeper, "Mood Swinger," at FangoriaRIGHT HERE.
Magic Bullet Records will officially slab the BLEACH EVERYTHING / VORS split on black and white 7" vinyl pressings and digitally worldwide on October 14th.
On this off-kilter joint killing spree, BLEACH EVERYTHING kicks off the festivities with "The Moaner," a demented little number about a violent man that lives in your attic undetected. Musically, the pace is as frantic and urgent as the final sands in the proverbial hourglass. Drums are crushed, buzzsaw guitars cut deeply across the speakers, and overdriven bass pushes along the possessed and just flat-out eerie vocals in a pre-meditated murderous game of musical chairs. Featuring current members of Iron Reagan, Suppression, and former members of Jesuit and Corn On Macabre, you know full-well it's going to be a completely twisted take on music as most people conventionally know it. VORS complements the violent carnage of BLEACH EVERYTHING via a deliberate, dead-behind-the-eyes ditty appropriately titled "Mood Swinger." Synth-heavy and glacially paced, the track sounds like it was written from the fire escape outside of the kitchen window you're obliviously walking around behind (towel optional). Drenched in the gritty low-budget outsider sleaze that defined many of the great VHS hits of the '70s and '80s, this could have easily been the soundtrack to "Maniac," "Deranged," "Possessed" and the like. It's cold, it's rainy, and it's highly likely that VORS (aka J Bennett from Ides Of Gemini) is talking and laughing to himself while cutting the phone lines in your neighborhood. The whole bloody affair is packaged in a disturbingly meticulous and obsessive wrap from the hands and the mind of former Kink.com set-dresser STK MTN. This is the kind of record the brown paper bag was invented for.