It’s difficult not to have an opinion on the recent meltdown of Charlie Sheen. Whether you believe that Sheen has found some sort of enlightenment in his latest excursion, as Stab Wound Exit Wound indicates in an interview for LA Slice (or perhaps this is sarcasm? you never can tell), or if you think that Sheen has reached the extremity of his insanity which has threatened to spill out from him like a toxin for a while, it’s difficult to repress the connections between Sheen’s downward spiral and the chaotic sounds of harsh noise – which is just what Stab Wound Exit Wound does on Addicted to Winning, the short but sweet tribute to Charlie Sheen.
One untitled track of around nine minutes is the only offering on the CD-R, an extremely meandering piece that incorporates a lot of static and bass rumbling along with the basic tenets of knob-turning, pitch-shifting and treble-tweaking of harsh noise. While Stab Wound Exit Wound uses wall-like textures on Addicted to Winning, most sounds are held for only a few seconds, which means nine minutes of noise that runs the gamut from static crackles and crunches to limited bass rumbles and everywhere in between.
The sound certainly exhibits the Sheen theme; the catharsis of the sound and noise’s flexibility hints at the downfall of Sheen, a man who has become the definition of unpredictable. Despite that, however, Addicted to Winning remains somewhat undefined because of its short length; in that regard, the sound is predictable to the extent that there’s nothing else to relate the track to. What could have been an album full of messy sound is instead limited to one short track that peters out before the listener can grasp the point here.
The one track on offer gives a good mix of harsh noises and even more rhythmic experiments with noise. But the short album length, at only nine minutes, limits Addicted to Winning – and despite Charlie Sheen’s quick and catastrophic demise, his career as a rambling drunk has been quite illustrious. Addicted to Winning doesn’t really provide that same feeling; it only fleetly tackles the terrain before bowing out, and unfortunately the listener is left expecting more to this tribute.