The first release from Slavestate 641A. Interview about it here: gonzokaraoke.wordpress.com/2013/11/14/interview-slavestate-641a/

What I said:

"On this recording, we created our own microphones from aluminum cans and piezo discs, software for structuring lyrics, semi-working hydrophones, and made our best attempt at drowning ourselves by screaming underwater. I think part of my goal was to look at our influences, and our beginnings as a hardcore band, and try to make it unfamiliar. It really depresses me to see so many people fuck up this kind of music. It should be fairly apparent what I think of ironic retro acts from the track “Screwdriver”, similarly I hope to avoid the pretension of attempting to link it to whatever “high art” is in vogue....

...The title ‘Masochist’ was provided by [Ashley], she said it encapsulated our working process, and reminded me of how literal that was (I used to have her hit me with a belt in between vocal takes to maintain energy)."

What other people said:

"Slavestate 641A is punks very own antihero, gone is the vitriolic vibrancy and adolescent furor we have come to expect of the genre and in its stead stands a bled out nadir of punk, a drone of mangled chords and circuitry set to insomniac servitude under the slow burn of skulking rhythmic collapse. Masochist reeks of dilapidation and despair, existing - if we can call it such, in a state too fragile and cold for gainful exertion, instead it passes its torment with crumbling therapeutic throes and anodyne sedation that permeates deep under the skin for an unsettling crawling sensation."

- Grind to Death

"This is not grind in the musical sense. It’s grind in the tectonic sense. It’s the slow motion smashing of giant plates of earth, buckling and crumbling under the pressure of uncompromising repetition. Born from Robocop, who helped lead the power violence resurgence, Slavestate 641A pull much the same trick on classic Godflesh and Swans, reinvigorating heavy as fuck slow motion misery that crawls along at a stumble step."

Andrew Childers, Grind and Punishment

"Tons of modern bands spend time looking to and reinterpreting the past (just as many bands from the past were in turn reinterpreting things from their own pasts), and laying a new set of hands on a tired and intellectually exhausted incarnation of rock can often result in a new and exciting listening experience. But far too often, the sounds are just rehashed or recreated, and the instant availability of every subgenre's historical digression has made the problem even worse. Whatever your interest, you can learn from the masters and vomit out exactly the same thing...if you're good enough. And sometimes that's enough - without naming names, there are stacks of records on my shelves from bands that are relatively unimaginative but who are really fukkn screaming. I'm fine with that (I think we punks all are to an extent, or we would've gone the free jazz route years ago), but I really like it when a band kicks the paradigm in the gut while still somehow fitting within it. Enter SLAVESTATE 641A. These two songs nurse at the teat of SWANS, JESUS LIZARD, even KILLDOZER (tonally, if not conceptually), but an entirely new animal is born out of an insemination of influences. Evolution, my friends, manifested here in the form of fourteen minutes of painful dirge with anguished shouts. Sonically industrial with the deliberate crash of monotony...kinda like life."

Terminal Escape (terminalescape.blogspot.com/2014/04/slavestate-641a.html)