Black Mayonnaise - Dissipative Structure LP Vinyl (Translucent Green)

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Special Features: Limited edition of only 300 copies on translucent green vinyl.


  1. Radiation
  2. The Drunken Stupor of the Waking World
  3. Our Senses are Mysterious to Us, and We are Mysteries to Ourselves

Release Date: September 22, 2009

KLabel: Fedora Corpse Recofrds

Origin: USA

One of Mike Duncan’s early tapes under his goopy Black Mayonnaise moniker was called Things That Live in Your Pubic Hair, which should give you a vague idea of his sensibility – one where ‘doom-sludge’ refuses to adhere to its standard disposition of stiff-lipped and serious. After some small-scale releases in the early nineties, and a CD release on relative ‘big-indie’ Emperor Jones (who, to their credit, were always keen to test out weird sounds), B.M. (I couldn’t resist) returned a few years ago with a spate of CDR releases, including a retrospective on the hyper-chaotic Placenta Recordings imprint. But Fedora Corpse Records’ Dissipative Structure LP (FCR1206) is the first attempt to document the Black Mayo sound on vinyl – in this case vinyl of a bilious green variety. Duncan celebrates the occasion with a seeping hunk of what he does best: slurred muscular riffs and sewer-synths on side-long Goliath “Radiation,” cosmic synth loops set to a harrowing kick-beat on “The Drunken Stupor…,” and a last gasp of bass-heavy doom drone on the closer. The final stanza is unquestionably the hardest hitter, suspending the listener in a bubbling aquarium of low-end as pillars of curmudgeonly guitar-smog clog up the ol’ ear-holes. The hate subsides for a brief spell of reverberant slide guitar at record’s end, loosening a tension that’s somewhat at odds with Duncan’s all-in-jest persona. This juxtaposition is a recurrent theme on the record, which has this surface impression of being grizzled and grumpy, but stops itself from dropping off the cliff into dead-eyed metalhead “I’m-gonna-fuck-yer-face-up” jerkdom. Mr. Mayo instead soaks his riffs in a trippy rinse of psychedelia, never forcing the album to be more humorless than it needs to be. - Michael Tau (Decoder Magazine December 17,2013)