Wretched Excess "A Piece of Inifinity"

Album Review by William Chaffin

Wretched Excess was likely raised on Dashiell Hammett novels and David Lynch films. Their *Piece of Infinity* plays out like the soundtrack to a film about a down on his luck detective who has developed a fascination with the tattooed lady in the circus who may or may not be addicted to "diet pills" and mahjong. Spoiler alert: She also might be the killer. (Cue suspenseful music)

The whole experience is completely haunting. With whiffs of films skating in and out of your brain...The Shining, Punch Drunk Love, The Long Goodbye, Blue Velvet...even Malle's Elevator to the Gallows. It would be upsetting to find out that Wretched Excess didn't love film. They've crafted a dark & thematic storyline that seduces you. I should mention around the halfway mark things get considerably darker. The storyline takes a sharp turn...there is even a prayer ala Jimmy Stewart (?) that comes across less prayer and more of a warning to all still listening. Sounds begin to exhaust themselves in gentle overdriven wisps. Like cursed whispers from old gypsy ladies. Opera-esque bits meander like ghosts and flutter with sonic lethargy. This is dark and instrumental music at it's best-painting scenes on your closed eyelids in a Pollock-esque way if you can imagine Pollack as a David Lynch character. A minor character made major purely through the remembering but I speak of this remembrance as if it were happening presently without the gaps that actually define it. Right? Wretched Excess establish a gloomy mood-fuck paradigm of wonderful noise fuckery within the first few minutes and reverse cow-girl all the darkest parts of you into sunset.
Now that's a fucking ride.

Get Wretched Excess here:
wretchedexcess.bandcamp.com