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« Reply #7320 on: March 20, 2019, 04:52:17 AM »

Incapacitants – Zouvneree cd (Alchemy)
Holy laser noise, Batman!

Erm, still reading? A word then on the previous missive, Survival Of The Laziest. SOTL is, put simply, a ripper. Very pleasant surprise, the best of the banker buds in the better part of a decade. A fine fresher as to why, when so many of the old guard have relinquished their claim to the noise throne, the grip of the The Mikawa (and Kosakai) is as firm as ever. Valuable lesson, too, for all them young whipper snappers, rushing about from one release to the next. Meanwhile here come the Kings, to casually stroll onto the scene and, to just as casually, rip shit up. The ripping up of the shit owes much, perhaps ironically, to the blown out crunch textures of 90s classics like DDDD and Asset Without Liability, fed though with seemingly newfound penchant for wildly dynamic flailing, a purely - and almost perfectly - rapturous reflection of near cosmic chaos such as might be witnessed in the live incarnation.
   Now, I will argue two things. First, the Incaps greatness, and essential brutality, has always been in the studio- re No Risk No Return, FLS Syndrome, What A Stupid Bureaucrat!!!. Second, the dynamic variation has always been at the flailingest extremes, if somewhat submerged in the cosmic ooze.
   The difference here, with Zouvneree, is with the subtlety- or total lack thereof. If you can make it through the initial laser fight you'll find room dynamics harnessed to quite persuasive effect. The effect is of very live-in-the-flesh re-incarnation despite the range of digital effects in the offing. Near silent intervals (by Incaps standards!) humming in wide open acoustic space. A note too on the sheer alien oddity of outcome. Whatever criticisms or cringe-ings one may be inclined to propose- and in the wake of SOTL one may be inclined to propose plenty- this is still, frankly, unlike anything else I've heard. The Mikawa once divulged that the noise comes from outer space. With the prevalence of open-ended Sun Ra-ish wheedling oscillations some might envisage incoming signals from Saturn. (Personally, I’ve always preferred Uranus. Mine’s purple btw.)
   So too the second and third tracks. Development Hell In A Cell is like a digital rework of Half Acoustic Night Of 80, trading steel bars for phased piano-like percussive prong, plink, and dong. Development slow and unsteady, intervals of drawn out whine punctured by horn-like electro honk. Air-raid sirens keen over drizzling psyche-streams of wet-flushed drainage funnel, only in the very closing minutes to achieve a full out and proper raging, unabated as track the third rips it up a notch. “Ear Health By Stealth.” Riiiight, of course. A harshnoise outfit that cares about the permanent damage so severely being done. Naturally. That persistent ringing in the ears? Sign of a good aural workout. Smoke rising from the speakers? Freshens the air. But all in a days work from Their Royal Majesties. Per track two gaping holes again hollow out the center to render a fluttering half acoustic in-consisistency, even as the overarching dynamic flails about with grossly erratic, spectrum-length, swings. Let’s not undersell the harsher commitments shrieking through the gapes. Full bore, full spectrum, psych wailings flailing at ringing holes with all epileptic fervor.
   (A side note that if you order direct from Alchemy you get eleven minutes worth of “raw materials” on cdr, upper register squeals against fuller wind tunnel droning. Nice to have, hardly essential.)
   That’s three tracks over thirty-eight minutes. Now to the thirty-three minute closer, live and much in the flesh. What to say, if you liked the studio efforts, you’ll love this. Essentially the same range of materials, oscillations, frequencies, tendencies, turned up to eleven. So perhaps to concede that any sense of space is pretty much crowded out, obliterated, in the massed clusters of overload. Nothing, let’s be clear, to match the overbilged extremes of SOTL, but certainly unencumbered by any artsy-fartsy need to futz about with acoustic space. Much more of the DENSE and the HARMONICA. A marked SPASTIC inflection in the sense of two elder statesmen completely losing their shit. Bulging burly undertones overtones swinging up under over and through one another with very little regard for anything less than total cosmic rapture. Supernovas of exploding sonics, orgies of erratz excreta hitting, blasting point blank at frenzied fanatics, splattering the venue with ozone charged particles of exuberant hysteria magnifique. Ho hum. Just another day in the life of the BushBashWhackers.
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« Reply #7321 on: March 20, 2019, 08:44:49 AM »

I love Zouvneree. It's not for everyone though. But it's not an entirely new direction for Incapacitants, what's new is the magnitude in which they do it. You can trace this particular style of theirs back to the 1980's. Listen to "terrible hallucinations" or "It's a blue day, bloody girl", both from the (mandatory) T.MIKAWA - I, Noise 2CD set, for example. It's not all supernova chaos as in Zouvneree, quite the contrary, but it's there. What they've done on Zouvneree is they've picked up that certain strain that's always been present in their work, sometimes buried and and sometimes more audible and out in the open, and expanded upon that certain strain and multiplied it by ten. An early thought of mine when hearing this for the first time was that it sounds as if some early Swedish electronic music pioneer, such as Sven-Erik Bäck or Leo Nilson, tried to do harsh noise.
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« Reply #7322 on: March 20, 2019, 03:55:13 PM »

Damn, I'm gonna have to to re-listen to the suggested items from I, Noise (agree- mandatory!). As Baglady may suggest, or as I maybe wanted to suggest but didn't quite, Zouvrenee seems to occupy its own particular, peculiar, space- somewhere possibly, if only occasionally, outside of noise. Or perhaps to say that, when you've been in it for so long it is also possible to be outside it. For instance, to be completely oblivious to what one should and shouldn't do. I mean, pretty much any contributor here would be at least somewhat acquainted with the sorts of things that are and are not frowned upon. And then here come the Kings to, decisively, not give a shit one way or another. I think the reference to early Swedish pioneers is astute. I've at best passing familiarity with the names, but Mikawa often references semi-obscure shit from... well, if not that far back, at least from the sixties. To draw parallels or connections where I would never have otherwise thought to draw. Also: Borbetomagus!

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For another reference to fairly straight-ahead harsh-ish noise that occasionally occupies a space some steps off center, The Return Of Gomikawa Fumio could be worth a re-listen. If I recall correctly, the main of it is the result of Gomi-Kosakai post edit / mix, less the Mikawa there.
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« Reply #7323 on: March 21, 2019, 05:02:19 PM »

Cosey Fanni Tutti - Tutti
Leaving aside the essential purpose here- to revisit my twelve year-old schoolboy crush - it is hard to find fault. Kick off into the expected ice-cold disco beats but then the submergence to latent blackened unwind. All the higher scores to reside almost entirely in atmosphere, an atmosphere of repetitive down-pitched skulk, soft sensual slither suggestive of sedulous trance induction, bippily boppily incantation, persuasion, you gotta get some, feel me, feel this, wet whispered wafts sliding silken-like across the satiny ruffles, fabrics shucked n jiving, grooving, groovin, deep deep blue velvet, it takes me down, wraps so tight, around.
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« Reply #7324 on: March 21, 2019, 11:16:03 PM »

That Tutti is indeed mellow and fluid.  Had me in Clock DVA territory at times, and in others, I was wondering if it was a Hearts of Space/Fathom release.  Not a bad album at all.
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« Reply #7325 on: March 22, 2019, 12:49:06 AM »

Aleksandr Scriabin / Nemtin / Mysterium:

https://youtu.be/xT92SvAIobY

2+ hours of apocalyptic power, play loud! (the back story is also pretty insane...)
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« Reply #7326 on: March 22, 2019, 06:21:20 PM »

V/A – Leather
Leather fetishists of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but your, um, harness. Yes alright it needs work. Leather. Right, well, aside from a shared - and no doubt unhealthy - preoccupation with the tanned hides of dumb animals, it’s hard to suss the unifying aesthetic. On the one hand, there’s a clea- LICK THE BOOTS, CUNT! Er, what I mean to s- LEATHER BELT FRENZY! Well, it certainly needs to b- LORD OF THE COCKRINGS! Now loo- SOUNDS FOR BUTTPHONE!

Sigh.

At least Mania gets things going on the right shoe. Hefty iron-clad thud, echoes muffled by thick cellar door, hammering in slow succession against subtle backdrop of leather’d rub and slither, industrious backroom sweatshopping. Unhurried, leisurely, good time to nip out for a smoke, leave the heavy machinery to thud away. Soon however the slither becomes slather getting whiter, hotter, echoes swelling to bulging bass-heavy crescendo. Flits of feedback steal into the space, now fairly crowded with oscillating drone and faint, gloomy, downpitched beacons. Overall convincing display of leather machining done right, sober semi-bemused documentarian approach that seems to serve the title well.
   Encephalophonic, of course, sounds like Encephalophonic. Bonkers level schizo freak-out frenzy, spastic stutter-junk avalanche orgy. Tense, tight, poised, skins of dead animals chafing at the flesh, feel the burn. Masterful mess of mangled metals meet jagged hair-trigger shriek-drillage to output raw scrap-bashing rapid-panned clusterfuck excess.  The sound of Mania having an epileptic seizure, accidentally kicking over prized collection of scrap junk, going totally ape-shit in fit of purple-faced rage, fat pointy hack-sawn chunks careening about the room as frazzled electronics scorch ozone-tinged air raw. So pretty much completely un-Mania-like, but good working through of the channel pan, and of the earholes, to the get the blood good and properly pumping. Good and spurting. Don’t ask me where the title fits in here, probably wearing leather skivvies while bashing meaty junk-stack, so to speak.
   Clinic Of Torture dish extended porn clip masked with grey, dingy fuzz-drone, drizzled drainage funnel choked with pronounced bilge flavoring. Heavier electronic agitations filth up the atmosphere, drawing attention into narrative which, fortunately, is barely parse-able. Just as threats of harshnoise proper promise to rip apart the dis-calm, the whole cuts out completely to welcome enthusiastic bevy of leather’d paddy-wacks. Call in the vocalist. Here you are good sir, huff and puff to your hearts content. Rough dirge-splurt churns out choked bilge flavorings, gathering rust, drudge, steam, salivation, paddy-wacks turned feeding frenzy of paddy-thwacks, ample word of encouragement punctuating sensuous gasp, coo, quiver.
   Flip that shit over and here comes the lord of the cockrings, aka Caligula031. Flattened greys of tremulous shivering essence, woozy murked psychedelia shining through even-keeled sheen. Now in comes the voice, dis-torted, dis-tended, relegated to textural duties, repeatedly swallowed up in the murk, and no, it ain’t so pleased with these proceedings, can’t imagine why. But what this does, see, is heighten the sense of drama, the sense of exceedingly irate individual and the end of his proverbial rope. No relent here, rather a slow build of progressively seering burn as lower extremities report esophageal uptick of flatulent turd-layers, rumbling through the shizzling storms of dry-welled seethe. A bit of ye olde stealth harsh, of which I may say I am the consummate sucker.
   Sadio then take the plunge into, pretty much, pure filth. Fully bilged gutter-tronics flecked with shithawked feedback squawk, booties shoved down throats to issue low-grade, low-end, turd burglary of rough, raw, rugged, crud-bilge. Basically total audiophonic wreck, redzone so flooded with crap as to beg the question. Nothing in the specific. Just, the question. In an attempt to get into the spirit of the thing, I started licking the boots with gusto but came away with bitter taste that still lingers. More of that shithawk squawk over mid-range overload, whining feedback just refusing to back the fuck off. Nasty!    
   What’s great about the closing ditty, courtesy Grunt, is it picks up pretty much where Sadio leaves off, but just massively ups the layers of coarse granulated texture. So much shit is there chucked into this mix that one is left to wonder where the attentions are supposed to inevitably fall. Perhaps upon this cute little piece of wriggling sludge vomit. Perhaps to the collapsible crush of cantankerous junk-spew applying pressures from without. Or perhaps to the continuous drilling into aural passages via wheedling flits of abbreviated analog palpitation. When the massed pressure of over-encumbered layers pulls back for an instant or two, hint of scrap sources scour to the fore, but these instants are few and far between. Perhaps a good moment to shuck them skivvies and wiggle about about in ecstatic butt-fervor. I mean, what the fuck do I know? Very probably a leather’d thwacking is in order.
  
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« Reply #7327 on: March 22, 2019, 07:01:48 PM »

ehm.. some lessons learned about fooling around with small phone screen. Instead of replying previous message, accidentally managed to hit "edit" rather than "reply" for mr. Bloated Slutbags message. Luckily managed to return the old message back after erasing it, hah.

V/A – Leather
     What’s great about the closing ditty, courtesy Grunt, is it picks up pretty much where Sadio leaves off, but just massively ups the layers of coarse granulated texture. So much shit is there chucked into this mix that one is left to wonder where the attentions are supposed to inevitably fall.

This track is actually studio live. Most of Grunt recordings from 2018 was studio live noise recordings, this being only thing released thus far. Next week fairly similar material coming as 3". Not all studio-live, though. Just today was assembling discs to covers. I dare to say best Grunt noise so far. Yet, it will be quite brutal battle when on same batch is WORTH 3" and JAAKKO VANHALA 3" and SELECTED KILLING 3".

PS: Leather is sold out. Due packaging, it had to be limited edition...
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« Reply #7328 on: March 22, 2019, 08:00:41 PM »

This track is actually studio live. Most of Grunt recordings from 2018 was studio live noise recordings, this being only thing released thus far. Next week fairly similar material coming as 3". Not all studio-live, though. Just today was assembling discs to covers. I dare to say best Grunt noise so far. Yet, it will be quite brutal battle when on same batch is WORTH 3" and JAAKKO VANHALA 3" and SELECTED KILLING 3".
Sounds fantastic! Will these be similar in presentation to the Mania/Umpio/Sick Seed 3" set?
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« Reply #7329 on: March 22, 2019, 08:00:59 PM »

v/a - Noise War 5xCD - Audio Dissection / Industrial Recollections
Some words about the 5th, bonus CD only. Having no prior experience or attachment to this compilation prior to its re-release on the above labels, it's interesting to look at the old posts here on this forum and see the absolute shitstorm these bonus tracks kicked up years before the compilation was ever even released. cries of "destroying the legacy" and "insulting the past" show up more than a few times. I presume this is part of the reason why all of the new tracks were included on a separate, standalone CD. and if the disc is judged on its merits alone, outside of the scope of the larger issue, it stands quite tall. 5 tracks, all brutally harsh, all good. Encephalophonic is the odd-man-out as the relatively "youngest" artist on the roster but he delivers one of the best tracks on the disc, if not the best. absolute harsh, churning supremacy. no dead space, just noise. it's a very self-contained and complete feeling track. the kind that could do well on a biz-card CDr. then there's Kazumoto Endo who delivers another dose of harsh, with a slightly more cut-up feel. but the cuts are still pretty slow and the sections get to be heard. nothing as brutal as Killer Bug but not as weird as a lot of material under Endo's own name. also a fair amount of crunch to the mix that works well with the standards set by the comp at large. then Skin Crime comes in to deliver a dose of nasty harshness that's far removed from the lurking danger of more recent releases. sounds like maybe some abuse tape loops over feedback, crunch and metal abuse. again very much in line with the compilation and very satisfying. next, K2 delivers some heavy panning and crispy harsh textures. I really, really dig this. feels like a nice bridge between the analogue scrap era and the recent Nintendo DS digitalia. and then we get one of the American cut up masters to take us out, Sickness. His "American Merzbau" is surprisingly rough and dry sounding. very worn. nice cut ups of scrap metal banging and scraping, well placed silence and reverb. while I dig it, I think maybe it would have been better served sitting earlier on the disc. but instead we're left with metal scraping and sudden silence.
so if you like your noise harsh, stuttering and full of energy check out this great capstone to a legendary compilation.
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« Reply #7330 on: March 22, 2019, 08:07:13 PM »

This track is actually studio live. Most of Grunt recordings from 2018 was studio live noise recordings, this being only thing released thus far. Next week fairly similar material coming as 3". Not all studio-live, though. Just today was assembling discs to covers. I dare to say best Grunt noise so far. Yet, it will be quite brutal battle when on same batch is WORTH 3" and JAAKKO VANHALA 3" and SELECTED KILLING 3".
Sounds fantastic! Will these be similar in presentation to the Mania/Umpio/Sick Seed 3" set?

Only better! Same outer diameters so they fit the series, but instead of hand assembling them from raw prints, this time it's all pro-manufactured. Ordered them custom made, as sort of "gatefold" where cd is easier to take from the pocket. Stronger cardboard, nicer surface etc. All releases were too good to start saving $$ in presentation...
Vanhala 3" is supreme. Hard to compete with. It's basically the long-under-work album that was semi-announced years ago.
Worth kills, as most harsh noise guys know by now. Selected Killing is Encephalophonic+Grunt collaboration project that combines high energy electronics from Italy and conceptual acoustics+vocals from Finland.
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« Reply #7331 on: March 23, 2019, 04:44:36 PM »

Vanhala 3" is supreme. Hard to compete with. It's basically the long-under-work album that was semi-announced years ago.

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« Reply #7332 on: March 23, 2019, 04:52:28 PM »

v/a - Noise War 5xCD - Audio Dissection / Industrial Recollections
Some words about the 5th, bonus CD only. Having no prior experience or attachment to this compilation prior to its re-release on the above labels, it's interesting to look at the old posts here on this forum and see the absolute shitstorm these bonus tracks kicked up years before the compilation was ever even released. cries of "destroying the legacy" and "insulting the past" show up more than a few times. I presume this is part of the reason why all of the new tracks were included on a separate, standalone CD. and if the disc is judged on its merits alone, outside of the scope of the larger issue, it stands quite tall. 5 tracks, all brutally harsh, all good. Encephalophonic is the odd-man-out as the relatively "youngest" artist on the roster but he delivers one of the best tracks on the disc, if not the best. absolute harsh, churning supremacy. no dead space, just noise. it's a very self-contained and complete feeling track. the kind that could do well on a biz-card CDr. then there's Kazumoto Endo who delivers another dose of harsh, with a slightly more cut-up feel. but the cuts are still pretty slow and the sections get to be heard. nothing as brutal as Killer Bug but not as weird as a lot of material under Endo's own name. also a fair amount of crunch to the mix that works well with the standards set by the comp at large. then Skin Crime comes in to deliver a dose of nasty harshness that's far removed from the lurking danger of more recent releases. sounds like maybe some abuse tape loops over feedback, crunch and metal abuse. again very much in line with the compilation and very satisfying. next, K2 delivers some heavy panning and crispy harsh textures. I really, really dig this. feels like a nice bridge between the analogue scrap era and the recent Nintendo DS digitalia. and then we get one of the American cut up masters to take us out, Sickness. His "American Merzbau" is surprisingly rough and dry sounding. very worn. nice cut ups of scrap metal banging and scraping, well placed silence and reverb. while I dig it, I think maybe it would have been better served sitting earlier on the disc. but instead we're left with metal scraping and sudden silence.
so if you like your noise harsh, stuttering and full of energy check out this great capstone to a legendary compilation.

All agreed. Mostly. The bonus disc was for me actually the main reason for picking up the reissue. Particularly impressed with the Sick dedication, what fucking nerve, what a way to bring it home, and in fact imo a perfect end to the set, as in the whole five-disc set.
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« Reply #7333 on: March 24, 2019, 09:29:16 AM »

V/A - Elävä Olento Koneena
Four-way statement of intent from Pääte. The intent: deliver downtrodden dribbles of dilapidated semi-acoustic murk, shuffle forlornly along cratered pathways, divest all joy, revel in the brooding atmosphere of rumpled tape head warble, to be duly listed on discogs as Non-Music. The result: check!
   Label boss HÖH kicks things off, laying down a set of three indistinct tracks, clearly taking no chances with the messaging. And yes, as far as the four-way proper: message received. One might almost call it visionary, if the vision weren’t obscured by grubby layers of tar and sludge. As the slow dis-jointed medley of hand-cranked machinery lurches to ear, the eye is drawn to the cover art - kinda stylized antique Luddite-cum-Victorian contrivance - the head nods sober approval. Sober is another descriptor I wanted to drop. Out for a stroll down the back alleys of decayed ill-kept factories, noisome sewage flows filling the nostrils, the essential gritted, gritty, griminess really starts to impress. At several intervals one is invited to pause, wipe the spectacles free of accumulated soot and grease, to take things in, perhaps to inspect the various species of slime sticking to the shoes, to dwell on the wretched but somehow horribly beautiful state of permanent decay spreading through the deteriorating soundfield. I’m tempted to engage in a good, hard, chin-stroke, but think I’ll first need to duck out of view, don’t want to frighten the nihon neighbors or nothin’.
   Music to get completely shitfaced to, to keel over into table full of empties to, and to suffocate on own vomit to, preferably in that order.
   Over the three-track HÖH course, not a moment’s break in atmosphere. Finger taps against the wind-ruffled tape recorder, this thing working? Jammed hurriedly back into jacket pocket. Low end tape distortion - or maybe just the chafing of the inner fabric - obscures faint clicks, clatters, general background rustling. Longish snouts snuffle around in crumbly dirt piles, grind of slow turning tape wheels caught in uncooperative wheedle, groan, cat call. Repetitive clod-clod-clod meets dialog of muffled bonk, cycling transistors whirring in rumpled, disconsolate, sympathy, the occasional distorted blurt, or accidental mic-scrape, to stylishly crudden-up proceedings, final dash of rusty hinged squeaking for the win.
   O Ratel Ratel launch flabby loosed-skinned bulk of ill-hefted rumble logs, lumbering through somewhat constrictive belchings of amplified hum. Contrictions feed threat of crunch, never quite to get there, but dropping fattened load of mis-matched machine tools into the filth mixture. The resulting battle of scratchy scrape-texture and more suffocating thunder burble eventually outputs quite overbearing pressures, nothing like harsh, but quite full-in-the-body, or bodily functions. I wouldn’t quite call this industrious, but at least good to know some fat flatulent grease-slob is in there doing the dirty work. Hold my seat while I take a piss.
   Return to find the tape flipped over and the sense of drama considerably upped. Cryptofascisme skulking about, stalking suggestively through slow-creep tensions of cavernous sub-basement drear, shivering deliciously in the wake of reverberant trash-bin percussions. Grainy contrast of labored corrugated sheeting, fleshing out the field with inelegant atmospheres of grim and heavy drudge. Dramatic pose struck with shovel in hand. Clang! Down it comes, consequence of grizzled sizzle-buzz surging in deliberate waves of even-measured rasp, channel pan almost completely maxed with resounding washes of metal-tinged dirge.
   Missing mark the return of the downtrodden, principally of the percussive persuasion, padded out with muffly clunk, clod, ker-plunk, and clong. Cumbersome barrels manhandled across the uneven flooring, stumbling, repeatedly dropped in exhalations of unceremonious thud. Background ambiance of fizzling drone-scrape, coming in half-measures, on the fritz, frazzled, ground-down gears struggling to carry things forward. At a key juncture, the background suddenly cuts to the fore, as though one of responsible parties has suddenly popped out for leak, leaving the garage door open to reveal previously hidden cracks and craters, ugly pock-marked granite face flushed with hollowed out, whining, seashell backwash. But this, too, peters out almost as quickly, mournful aha moment of badly corroded parlor music to signal ignominious end.
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« Reply #7334 on: March 24, 2019, 10:30:50 PM »

Incapacitants – Zouvneree cd (Alchemy)
Holy laser noise, Batman!
Listening to Stimbox and thinking back to the lazer noise deal.  Are we talking about anything similar?
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