This disc is supposed to hurt. Just look at the program: it starts with 's Black Angels for electric string quartet, a work that is the aural equivalent of Coppola's Apocalypse Now, and ends with 's String Quartet No. 8, a work that is either the aural equivalent of a monument to the victims of war and fascism written in the ruins of Dresden or the musical equivalent of a suicide note written before the composer joined the Communist Party.

With the spooky and evocative performances of Spem in Alium, 's Doom. A Sigh, and ' There They Are!, this disc is so painful it could be the soundtrack for an unmade Kubrick movie. The question is, is this disc supposed to hurt so much? The is a harsh and aggressive ensemble with an angular approach to rhythm and structure and an overwhelming need to assert its individual and collective identity.

It tears into the howling notes that begin Black Angels with the ferocity of The Furies and they don't take the pedal off the metal until the last gasp of the final Largo of the Eighth. Yet surely this is the intent of the music: 's Black Angels is as violently anti-war as 's Eighth is fatally anti-totalitarian, and any performance that doesn't hurt with the deep pain of righteous vehemence would hardly be worth hearing. Nonesuch's 1990 digital sound is so in your face that it's in your skull.

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This is one of the first albums that got me interested in modern composition. As you can probably guess, the theme here is DEATH, and the music is decidedly dark and evil throughout.

Despite the excellent middle 3 pieces, the 2 showstoppers here are George Crumb's Black Angels and Mitia Shostakovich's 8th String Quartet. The first employs razor-sharp electric instruments and just about every conceivable modern string technique, while the latter is undoubtedly in the top 5 of all 20th century string quartets: written in Dresden in 3 days (!), unashamedly tonal and yet decidedly heart-wrenching (dedicated to the victims of 'fascism and war', yet really his own epitaph as he planned on committing suicide around this time) and alien. The 2nd mov't (track 8) is singlehandedly responsible for my near absolute disdain of all things metal, and your litmus test for this disc; few things rock harder and raw-er.