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Luwayne Glass started releasing music under the Dreamcrusher moniker in 2011 as an outlet for some of their most extreme desires: to get bodies moving, to get the skittish to plug their ears in terror, and to rebuff all the bullshit with vibrations whose power cannot be denied. Originally issued as a digital-only release in 2013, the full-length album Suicide Deluxe makes its way to the physical world on cassette tape for the first time via Hausu Mountain, arriving after acclaimed tapes like Incinerator (This Ain’t Heaven Recording Concern), HAINE (Lazed In You), and Antipop (Dionysian Tapes). Pouring a trail of gasoline across the noise underground with their home base of Wichita, KS as the point of ignition, Glass reached the public eye with coverage in publications like Pitchfork, Noisey, and AdHoc.fm, presenting their music alongside a list of personal beliefs and affiliations that would make your average bigot blush. As a genderqueer, black human being, Glass shouts down, by way of one throbbing bass drum and an infinite deluge of static, anyone who would dare deny them a place up on the throne. While their daily life becomes consumed more and more by the act of music-making, Glass refracts their experiences as an outsider in their immediate surroundings through the universalizing physicality of [the DIY noise circuit] {the club} (the battlefield).
On Suicide Deluxe, Dreamcrusher bashes through the mutant techno idiom from multiple points of attack, boosting the noise factor beyond any conception of sanity while honing their compositions into tightly structured corruptions of the pop form. They milk each increasingly aggressive refrain for every drop of its drama, layering on an extra patina of chaos with every reiteration. Glass’s strain of blown-out house music sews together the severed parts of precedents like Throbbing Gristle and Whitehouse, or more recent practitioners like Container and Pete Swanson, into a vivisected creature capable of standing on its own two feet (when it’s not dancing). Their insane mixing practices, eager to push tracks well into the red, have the potential to scar laptop speakers and overload headphones. On a proper sound system, Dreamcrusher’s productions can’t help but transform the physical location of listening into a instant rave zone – or frighten the uninitiated away from the scene from the first squalling measure.
A curtain of power electronic hiss hangs heavy over Suicide Deluxe, sizzling to a husk every bit-crushed melody that attempts to worm its way out. A danceable pulse slinks through the scene of the atrocity and forces your body to gyrate in spite of screech-induced trauma. Between snare-consumed verses, “The Cruelty” spews out an ascending chromatic melody fit only for the most twisted of club crawls. “Godless Chic” squeezes its central drum pattern into a relentlessly spammed fragment that trips over itself in a clipped footwork stutter before shedding the beat in time for its concluding static lacerations. Epic album closer “Hypernova Bloodbath” crosses the 8 minute mark as it churns through a series of punishing beats on the way to an ominous lull of a coda haunted by cyborg melodies from some John Carpenter perversion. Depending on your perspective, every tone presented on Suicide Deluxe has the potential to offend, or to transcend. While an alienating presence infects the album to some degree, Glass’s sense of playfulness and humor, along with their flawless party-starting sensibilities, can’t help but shine through the chaos. Suicide Deluxe sketches out a portrait of a complex musical mind harnessing the visceral power of the noise tradition into a vision of the dance floor as a warzone, a twisted playground, and a site of catharsis.
