Innumerable Forms - Pain Effulgence LP xx2015 a farmer named Fred McDowell

a farmer named Fred McDowell emerged from the woods and ambled over to his neighbour Lonnie Young’s front porch with a guitar in hand

There's few traces left of the found tapes/audial voyeurism and brutish stop/rec editing that made up the first few releases

being boiled alive

Pane’ with its detuned guitars and flat line vocals bring to mind the (non)-placed musing of Jandek

squarely within DIY traditions and aesthetics

Innumerable Forms - Pain Effulgence LP xx2015 a farmer named Fred McDowellAs its a dreary day here in Sydney (written on a very wet September 11, 2025) its an opportune time to indulge in the latest from Massachusetts masters of misery, Innumerable Forms. Am I ready for another one of their records? Maybe not. Feels like Im still recovering from their last one, Philosophical Collapse (2022). Their signature brand of death doom is as formidably cold and heavy as ever, with less breathing room than before. Its overwhelming