It only makes sense that the Texas-based producer, MVTANT, would be a fan of body horror: their own music personifies the gruesome jumble of tendons and flesh, carnage and blood. Ever since MVTANT’s first two EPs—Gore+Mirrorshade in 2021 followed by a companion collection of remixes, Low Culture+Metal Bodies, in 2023—the artist has defined the genre of sludgy, industrial dance with jarring analog sounds that resonate and hypnotize. The new LP, aptly titled Electronic Body Horror, will be out on May 3rd on Dream Recordings and is a 10-track dirge of grime and sweat, a cacophony of Skinny Puppy shrapnel and Sheffield marrow.
The premiere song, “Voraphobes,” reeks in analog nightmare. With its stinging beat and viscous bass line, MVTANT’s vocals sanitize the inherent filth of the track with its splayed ligaments and gooey excretments. “Voraphobes” is only one element of Electronic Body Horror, “represens[ing] a different near death hallucination, and the album asks how much we store sensation, emotion, and memory in our flesh, and how much of that would be carried over if our body parts were transplanted into another person. Would they absorb our memories? Would we too have access to their memories? And If we die, what do we take with us and what do we leave behind?”
Listen below:
Upcoming North America Dates:
* with Sextile
4.25 Houston *
4.26 San Antonio *
4.28 El Paso *
5.10 Seattle Northwest TerrorFest
5.11 Verboden
Upcoming Europe Tour:
5.23 Munich
5.25 Hamburg
5.26 Berlin
5.27 Paris
5.28 Geneve
5.29 Marseille
5.30 Brussels
5.31 Lille
6.1 Antwerp
6.7 Nantes
6.8 St Etienne
6.9 Bordeaux
6.12 Toulouse
6.13 Valencia
6.14 Madrid
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