The primal scream harnessed to the electric grid, the types of noise cascading from the sparks of Ted Bundy's tormented soul just before the synapses went ping, the lights dimmed and the electric volt sent a jolt to the brain before the main organs gave out.
Whatever sparks were flying in Jim's childhood and adolescence saw him self create art on vinyl as a concept for expelling pure distilled freeform rage. Whilst punk went for structured screams into the pale of the night, Jim chose freeform chaos to replicate his vision.
The concept and self belief is awe inspiring. Just like early Swans this glorifies the brutal, not to create template copies but to puncture the painted plasterboard walls that surround the stage of autopia, the inability to see beyond the self reflection in the social mirror.
The freeform nature of the violence has never been copied because it encapsulates such an individualistic bleak view of life beyond bars. Most people blanche and pull back to gaze into TV adverts and live within a pre fab dream. Jim like Buddha wants to experience the real, to articulate then change the perception of the world through words and music.
Over 30 years he has kept to his self styled vision, tipping his hat to the man to make the money to externalise his dreams, a pure art icon.