It’s tempting to try and label “Proanomie” as a piece of black meditation or something along those lines, but it feels just too huge, too subjective in its blankness/bleakness to attach a handy pre-existing label to. Vomir’s harsh noise wall might begin as mere sound, soon becoming a physical presence and then virtually deleting the listener in the face of its endless enormity. “Proanomie” claims to have no dynamics, no changes – just unrelenting harsh noise but this isn’t strictly the case. The single hour long track doesn’t feel like a loop of lead-coloured static, it might be conceptual textured noise but it does change – it’s either that or it’s actually changing the listener. Vomir’s world goes beyond all-consuming, beyond mere disorientation through noise. This album is on some heavy psychedelics / dream machine shit and the question is, is this as extreme as it gets? Can it get one blacker? 9/10 -- Scott McKeating (25 February, 2009)