I tried to give Gnaw Their Tongues, the one man ambient-black-industrial band from the Netherlands, a shot after a recent profile in Decibel piqued my interest; unfortunately, it’s just not for me. Gnaw Their Tongues’ noise – I’m not sure it’s “music” in the traditional sense – makes Lustmord sound like he has a tight sense of structure (and I say that as someone who likes Lustmore, albeit in limited doses). Whatever it is that people find appealing about this – I’m not getting it. Maybe I’d understand it as the soundtrack to an experimental horror movie or something, but I just can’t imagine ever sitting around and being like “Lemme throw some GTT on.”

But I do love the name Gnaw Their Tongues, and all the graphics I’ve seen associate with the band, and the title of the song “The Gnostic Ritual Consumption of Semen as Embodiment of Wounds Teared in the Soul,” the video for which was sent to us by Tom Wills. (They’ve got some other songs with awesome titles, too, like “…Pestilince Stalks Forth” and “All the Dread Magnificence of Perversity.”) I hope some of you dig it more than I do.

-AR