(ENDE53) Crippling Self Doubt - The Mess We Leave Behind

REVIEW OF CRIPPLING SELF DOUBT FROM A BLOG IN 2014:

"There are always people like “Crippling self doubt” (Soundcloud noise “artist”), who scream for cheap attention with tracks, which try to provoke in a very conservative way with “deviant erotics”, dealing with insulting sexist vocabulary of the (hetero)normative pornindustry and pretended “shocking contents”, but if you look closer, you can directly recognize the fashist background of “art” like this.

I boycott people like this and try to act against “fake scene tolerance” because tolerating intolerance and normative harassment is the same acting like giving other forms of racists and/or fashists a stage for spreading their propaganda. Sexism and bodyfashism (like discrimination of women, who have a dick or hermaphrodites because of their bodies or social stigma) is the same like racism was before because nazis never make or made a difference between racism and sexism, they put everyone not fitting into their ideology into the gaschamber. Nowadays, when racism got outlawed by the mass because antiracist struggles were successful in the past, ordinary people with rightwing-tendency are commonly to gutless to show racism, but they still act degrading towards others in a sexist or genitalistic/bodyfashist way because this is still a tolerated form of fashist repression.

This form of acting has NOTHING to do with underground, freedom or just subculture because it is a stupid repressive reproduction of capitalist and conservative mass-values, so please keep people and “art” like “crippling self doubt” out of my scene!!!"
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US noise producer Crippling Self Doubt returns with his third album for ENDE Records and first for 2015. After polarising both the noise and online blog community for the past 2 years. Crippling Self Doubt aka Scott Dryman gives us another hour or so of a snapshot of the world around him.

Like a modern day Louie Armstrong. CSD sees trees of green and red roses too. He also sees veins of red, bulging on the TV Evangelist's head as he screams at you to stop masturbating or you'll go to hell. Meth addicted junkies of blue, selling themselves to score. And he thinks to himself "What a wonderful world"

Just like Louie Armstrong he sees these things and just like Louie Armstrong and his infamous addiction to laxatives. He wants to gorge on the wonder that is the America around him and shit it out in a continuous stream of pure, undiluted shit.

Because the shit is just as important as the red roses that it helps to grow.

Crippling Self Doubt has no beginning or end. There's never a particular intro or outro. Tracks sometimes just start and stop like they've been cut from somewhere else. Like they weren't meant to be listened to as anything resembling music.

It's like a stream of conscious of either Scott himself or the world he sees. Depends on your interpretation and how much you read into it. It's a merger of the most nauseating and unsettling noise and soundscape, combined with loosely arranged samples and found audio. Some of it is real. Recorded by Scott himself in real life and some is just from TV and movies. The difference between the two is sometimes difficult to tell. Which is something that should bother you more than the noise itself.

Coming off like a series of an alcoholic hermit's home business in cruel novelty relaxation cassettes. CSD is not noise for everyone. Neither ambient ot abrasive, it's somewhere in between.
Those accustomed to the more college art noise or easier to digest sound arrangements will be confused, disgusted and perhaps even react as hostilely as a third wave feminist blog writer who hates anything that isn't directed solely at her or fears anything she can't understand. But that's ok.

CSD is more like the noise of the late 1970s and early 1980s. The time of sneering, sarcastic sound ruiners who wanted to see the look on your face as they showed you the beauty in how ugly art can really be. Disinterested in making anything even vaguely understandable or even entertain your attempt to process what it is. Why would you want to? Not all noise has to be about adding to the maelstrom of artistic endeavour to feed to a hipster populace looking to out underground and out politicise each other. CSD hopes you enjoy this. He also hopes you hate it. But most importantly. That you get a reaction to it. That is after all what real noise is about.

CRIPPLING SELF DOUBT:
www.discogs.com/artist/2050303-Crippling-Self-Doubt