At these volumes the oscillations have what feels like a homogenising effect on matter, dissolving the distinctions between air and body, interior and exterior, you and me - we all float in its serous embrace. The audience occasionally raise their hands in silent affirmation: some in clenched fists, as if staunchly resisting the oceanic flow; some in Sunn’s signature claw. More intriguing to me, though, are the ones who hold both hands open in supplication, laying themselves bare to the torrent of sound - as if inviting the unremitting beam of sonic force to strip their bodies away, layer by layer, until all that’s left is a cloud of vibrating atoms. Is this pleasure or pain, an expression of freedom or an act of subservience
— Angus Finlayson, on Sunn O))), the heaviest of bands, maybe the heaviest to ever exist. They pursue some notion of sound that is both frightening and astounding.
(Source: thequietus.com)
