Classic albums – NTT: your suffering will be legendary
These two disks came free, apparently, with the initial-however-many of NTT’s farewell salvo, ‘Gospels of the Gash’. ‘Gospels’ always felt like a damp squib to me. Okay, but wheezing like a pensioner that’d once been a sex-goddess.
It felt like Leech, facing the end of all things Navicon, had swept up the off-cuts and shavings from his slaughterhouse floor and crammed the resultant mess into a pornographic happy meal container. Post-industrial reconstituted meat products.
It’s not even a shit album. Just that wee bit blander than what had gone before. Still, that’s enough kicking around of that particular corpse.
‘Your suffering…’ is a whole different kettle of pish. Sombre, moody and tragic by turns, with the flashes of expansive anger we’ve come to love, this brace of disks positively reek of the highlights of NTT – for me, it’s up there with ‘Church of Dead Girls’.
I’m presuming Leech, winding up a project that’d run its course, his splintery mind’s eye already formulating his Theologian project, had developed aesthetically away from what we all loved about NTT. For us bloodthirsty spectators, NTT was still a fascinating explosion. But for the guy forced to actually make this stuff – and clean it out from under his fingernails afterwards – it probably felt boring, tired and limp. Not half as exciting ‘n’ inspiring as his project-to-come.
Why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)
A love story – on home-made acid – narrated by someone first used romatically, then set on fire, by the blue peter team, capering around the pyre like wrinkled vikings.