Sluice Room ‎– Shaved and Lubricated Hospice

Sink Slop Processing ‎– SSLOP-003
CD, Album


1 Ageplay Anodyne 10:52
2 The Disabled Rise Up and Lay Waste to Civilization 11:02
3 In Illness, Truth 21:10


Replicated CD in custom jacket.

A rapturous din resonates from the floorboards of your convalescent chamber. Female voices intone that the ailment will win; fetish and fantasy your only palliatives left. Remember who and what brought you to this, then play doctor, judge and jury as little girls sway to the dire invocations of Sluice Room.

© 2016 Sink Slop Processing

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Mastering SID Code: IFPI LP50
  • Matrix / Runout: SM1-G70120/3A


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August 8, 2016
Review by Abattoir Stalag, from Traumatic Static Webzine -

Just to give you an idea of the bizarre and surreal
ride you are in for (Which should be evident by the
album art/title/song titles) Here is a paragraph found
on the back of the album jacket:

"A Rapturous din resonated from the floorboards of your
convalescent chamber. Female voices intone that the ail-
ment will win; Fetish and fantasy your only palliatives
left. Remember who and what brought you to this, Then
play doctor, Judge and jury as little girls sway to
the dire invocations of Sluice Room."

So basically, You are old, Decrepit, Slowly dying, Horny
as a young goat pumped full of psychedelics and looking
for some Horror film grade hardcore B.D.S.M. action?
Sounds fucking fantastic to me.

Ok so, In comparison to the two previous SLUICE ROOM albums I've
reviewed, This is a much more subtle, Ambient and even melodic attack.
"Ageplay Anodyne" opens carrying us into a surreal and sadistic realm
of Hellraiser style horror and perverse fantasy. Guess even the most
fragile old timer still needs to get his rocks off right? Glitchy,
Fragmented drones pour in like a sweeping choppy tide. A wave of frantic
lust, Like writhing limbs grasping for anything warm with a pulse in their
reach. Cascading waves crash down and soon it becomes apparent that this is
actually processed female vocal chants. Haunting choirs of celestial resonance
that arrive as a glorious prophesized event for the ages. As if containing waves
of enlightenment hidden in cryptic phrases and passages. Churning static mirrors
the oceanic approach in terms of movement. The voices begin to intertwine and
mingle into a lose cacophony as strands of crystalline ambience join as if in
a twirling dance of aural energy. Subtle shifts in the vocalizations are present
and seem to contain hidden hostile undertones. Something wicked hidden with in
the sweet serenity and audio ecstasy. Overtime all twists into an abomination
of what it once was. Nightmare regions populated by agonized voices. Like field
recordings of the biblical fall. A sudden barrage of junk, shrapnel, whirling
blades and rattling chains is dropped upon us like a massive barrier to seal
our fate. Daemonic calls and enochian sorcery battle it out while we're helplessly
caught in the middle. Things slowly begin to break down giving a pure river of
beautiful ambiance room to flow through carrying us into track two.

That beautiful ambient carries over and swirls down the drain. Or at least that is
what this sounds like to these old ears. A new sub-harmonic/sub-melodic ambient passage
dwells/lingers in the distance injecting the air with a sense of urgency concealed behind
it's tranquil beauty. Seething, scratching and scraping sounds are heard like rusted metal
pipes scraping across rough cement floors. Ripping, Tearing and crunching textures fill the
room sounding something like the chewing of insects greatly amplified. Civiliation being
slowly devoured by all many of carrion. Their hunger increases as this grows more and more
loud and intensified. Reversed rhythms slide in and out in disorienting lashes creating a
sort of sound like something inhaling life-force and exhaling the toxic excrement of what you
once were. This is definitely a more corrosive and caustic piece than the previous track.
Here SLUICE ROOM indulges in the sound collage technique. In the way where layer after layer
are layed opon and weaved within one another. The overall composition weilds excellent results
for the listener and attention to detail is paid with a close and careful ear. The earlier
mentioned scraping sounds start to take on a percussive role after some time and handle this
transition like professionals at a craft. If I had to describe this sound in one phrase I'd
call it something like "Sewer Electronics" or "Sludge Noise" as that is the only way I can
think to accurately describe what I am hearing. The tones range mostly from thick and gritty
to scratchy and grinding with an underlying ambient current. However you want to put it, It's
interesting and immersive stuff.

The final piece of the tryptich arrives, Beginning with a droning wave similar to that
o track one but twice as fragmented and manipulated. Still rough sailing but this time
a little more hazzardous it seems. Additional layers are heard as reversed synths that
roll in hitting hard as pummeling waves. Textures present are compossed of what sounds
like some small utensil scratching upon glass or perhaps a tin can. For some reason this
sound triggers my mind into Post-Apocalyptic visions in a Mad Max type scenario. It sounds
like scavengers scavenger for precious morsels of sustenance in vain. Something fierce fires
up and we have a roaring cloud of mechanical power in the near distance. The quiet screech
and squeal of not so well oiled metal struggling to move is also heard not too far off in
the distance as well and creates an interesting industrial rhythm/tempo. The metallic melody
almost has a choir like quality to it itself which is pretty damn neat to me. Once again we
are assaulted by sudden waves. One after another, Louder and much more fierce this time around.
There is a strange melody on the horizon. Heard but hard to place. Dreamlike, Enticing and
entrancing. I think it's a synth lead of some sort but it's difficult to tell. Backwards
female vocals also begin to hit in waves and sound like an incantation or conjuring in
process. What they are about to call fourth I cannot say. Illness? Truth? Perhaps the
patron saint or ruling daemon of both. Whatever it is we are caught in the eye of a
wicked storm as primordial powers and principalities rage war around us. At least that's
what it sounds like is taking place here. The female vocals are definitely a positively
working force and a fucking stellar addition to SLUICE ROOM. I really can't think of any
one artist that I can accurately compare this to and that alone is quite an accomplishment.
In fact this has been an album I've revisited very frequently since it arrived at my door.
By far my personal favorite release in their discography. Downtuned, Inhuman voices are
thrown into the maelstrom but are quickly engulfed within the windswept tempest of its
looping fury. A slow decline to silence and then we're left astonished and dumbfounded.
What an experience.