“The Bell that Never Stops Ringing” is a terror laden industrial / noise forward plunge into hypnotic soundscapes that will guarantee the listener be left in fear and abject horror wondering what layer of hell that they have been ever so carefully invited to….
RECTRIX rides the line of beauty and terror on this album “The Bell That Never Stops Ringing” holds a terrifying candle into a thick unknown fog……
In The Bell That Never Stops Ringing, RECTRIX delivers an unforgiving, ritualistic document of sonic intensity that is as much performance as it is protest. Released on the Oakland-based Ratskin Records—this record is a dense, confrontational work that refuses to sit quietly in the background. It’s an invocation, a dirge, and a scream lodged in the circuitry of late-stage collapse.
RECTRIX, the solo project of multi-disciplinary artist and performer Pippi Zornoza, navigates the space between decaying hardware and body-centered performance. The album feels like it’s being transmitted live from an underground bunker, where RECTRIX channels the energy of resistance through feral vocals, overdriven synths, and shrieking loops. Her voice—central to the record—is not used in a traditional melodic sense, but as a weapon: screeched, howled, stretched, and fragmented until it becomes its own instrument. Think Diamanda Galás, but soaked in rust, filtered through dying tape machines, and buried under layers of found sound and electro-acoustic decay.
The titular “bell” is not always literal. Sometimes it’s a metallic clang echoing across a hollowed-out soundscape; other times, it’s a metaphor—a psychic ringing that never lets the listener rest. Throughout the album, you feel this persistent presence: a mechanical hum, a droning tone, a looped vocal refrain that disturbs rather than soothes. It’s a reminder. It’s a curse. It’s the sound of a warning ignored until it becomes unbearable.
Tracks move like rituals—structured yet chaotic. The physicality of the sound—its grinding textures and high-end shrieks—makes it feel sculptural, like something built out of crushed metal and bone.
This record doesn’t ask for permission. It doesn’t care about genre conventions or comfort zones. It exists in a lineage of transgressive, feminist noise: body-forward, politically aware, and emotionally raw. It feels born from trauma but not consumed by it—an act of survival and sonic rebellion.
The Bell That Never Stops Ringing is not an easy listen—but it’s not supposed to be. It’s the sound of someone refusing silence. Of history clanging through the walls. Of a body in resistance.
Final Thoughts:
RECTRIX have given us an album that’s more experience than entertainment—something between a séance, a riot, and a transmission from a broken future. It’s art that cuts deep, lingers long, and leaves you changed. Preorder now ahead of it’s release 4/18!
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