Dead Presidence

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I TAKE exception to experimental Brooklyn six-piece Excepter's new album, Presidence.
Imagine if Animal Collective were a collective solely of mutilated, suffering animals...
Opening track in earnest "The Anti-Noah" is 10 minutes-plus of nothingness, Teleportation: KAL is like someone having a mental breakdown while trapped inside the workings of a traction engine, while the weeping and wailing of Teleportation: GOL is how I imagine purgatory sounds.
Only occasionally does music break out - such as the unnerving When You Call.
Now if you're going to create psychedelic, ambient noise, fine - but why you'd want to create an ambiance as deliberately unenjoyable as this, I do not know.