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Assorted Gores and miscellaneous grotesqueries from 8 purveyors of audial gorenography. Disgusting, vile and unfriendly, with lots of influence from old Grind, Mince and Noisecore, dredged from the gruesome, stinking recesses of the Goregrind underground. Maggots Infestation In The Aortic Valve With Intense Suppuration Resulting In Massive Mucus Obstruction (awesome) vomit up a heaping serving of fatted, heavy Goregrind with touches of Brutal Death Metal invalidity in the slower sections, ghoulish vocal gurgle and super noisy Noisecore-ish song structures (?) Great, sloppy drumming, too. Botched Anastomosis J-Pouch play some mental old-school sounding Mince/Grindcore with stomp-as-fukk mid paced parts and killer squawk vocal, and with a bit of a Dankstahz-era Plutocracy vibe (awesome), Masticated Polyps play acerbic bedroom Noisecore leaning Goregrind that reminds of the earliest waves of unknowable Gorenoise like Anal Birth or Black Putrefaction mixed with old furious Noisecore, with unwieldy sounding blast beats perfection, crispy fried Guitar carbonization and fukked up echo gurgle vocal. Girth contribute two tracks of their monstrously girthy, heavy Goregrind with wicked Warsore Guitar sound, snare ping and crusty low/high vocal style, Cystgurgle spew out near-Gorenoise Goregrind replete with crushing Guitar walls, aqua roaring vomitous vocal and wet superblast ping snare blast beats and D-Beats, Metrorrhagia mainline fucked up grooves and a heap of crust into their Punk as fuck D-Beat Goregrind bulldozer sound, RGTE style, and with a crazy nasty Guitar sound too. Amputation Saw spin thin gnarly yarns of weird n’ regressive rehearsal room Goregrind and Grindcore with creepy croak vocal and outsider boombox sound a la Intumescence, and Schizophrenic Disorder Into Human Race Collapse (awesome) bring the pace down to a mincing/slamming jog with mid paced Plasma style Goregrind plod’n’stomp and mindless Brutal Death Metal-ish headbanging slam parts, with killer super low vocal and deathly grinding Bass sound. Putrid, abscessed and awful, like a plate full of cirrhotic livers. I’m sure you know to expect only the most rancid and disgusting sounds here –  ping snares, samples describing annihilated genitalia, gnarly Bass rumble, bedroom Goregrind atmosphere, horror movie Synth muzak samples. Each band occupies a space between poorly recorded and unlistenable. Perfect comp. Buy yourself a copy from Blast Addict!

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“For the love of Satan, keep on fuckin’!” bellows S. Yrék Ball on “Black Magic”, the second track of Ball’s absurdly titled sophomore LP, “Like You Are…I Once Was…Like I Am – You Will Never Be”. Should let you know what kind of headspace this band is in. Every song on here is an ode to sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll and of course, the great horned one himself; an orgiastic bacchanal spread out over a half hour of ripping 70s hard rock riffs. The overall sound is friggin’ great, the band’s combination of Black Sabbath heaviness and Stooges-like intensity places a big emphasis on groove and is perfectly served by the fat, blown out production which allows the tracks to fester away like Anton LaVey’s stash of cum-drenched nudie mags. There’s occasional flashes of beauty in amongst all the greasy fuck music (dig the outro of “Sacred Snow” for a dose of transcendent coke-rock majesty), but not a moment passes where Ball aren’t showing you just how goddamned hard they can rock. Are they doing anything particularly original? Not really. Are they demonstrating complete and utter mastery of the hard rock trio aesthetic pushed the the very limits of good taste? Abso-fucking-lutely, and for that, they should be highly commended. My one and only complaint about the record is that it’s over too soon. If you have even an ounce of rock ‘n’ roll in your soul, buy it immediately.

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5 tracks of auto-erotic Grindcore drum machine isolationism – a great little comp from the early 00’s. Wadge hammers you to fucking death with the most unwieldy drum sound ever, cascading brutal Grindcore with furious burly vocal style, demo tape sound and superfast ultracore blasting. Nemo & Pilgrim Fetus occupy the more Cybergrind side of the sound, conjuring hyperspeed electronic anti-metal with typewriter blast beats beyond simian tolerance levels and madcap shifted riff tones, then Alien Crucifixion plays a truncated killer blasting Deathgrind bit with crazy death vocal attack and xenomorphic shredding. Finally, ANb drops a complex track with some insane beat patterns, J.R. of PD spitting the unhinged hate and Hull’s earliest drum solo (that I can think of… it for sure isn’t Question of Integrity) bridging a storming Voivodian riff-fest end part that tailspins and screams into a flaming conclusion. I fucking love that snare hit sound. Drum Machine Madness, oh yes indeed.

Robotic Empire

Argentinian stoner trio Las Historias dropped their debut album last month and it’s killer! Sultry psychotropic riffage that sounds like it’s snaking its way across the baked earth – ideal music for cruising on molten tarmac in the boogie van. The album contains a multitude of wah pedal abuses that summon the old gods of the 60s acid rock scene and its warped, lo-fi production sounds fantastic, almost as if the master tapes have been chewed upon by some gnashing speedfreak. It’s the classic power trio format of bass, drums and guitar that works so well for this kind of music, sounds like these dudes play long into the night with each other on the regular. Heaving rhythms give focus to the peyote-infused jamming and the grooves rarely go beyond a head-nodding mid-tempo, but with a running time of only 30 minutes, none of the drawn-out improv outstays its welcome. A very cool little record. Come and dip your tip into the psychedelic snatch!

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Dughpa’s first record is an obstinate and obscure ode to the cosmic blackness, alien civilisations and lost astral colonies… and dusty old SciFi books on tape, too. Kosmische, Dark Ambient, Black Ambient, Dungeon Synth… each are appropriate descriptors, but Dughpa has an entirely unique feel and presence, with elements of kosmische kommandant kraut deep space exploration and RPG space-faring Soundtracks, incidental noise loops and decaying signal melodies, the intoxicating hum of fantastical nostalgia and imagined black star castles, blooping mothership dashboard intricacies and complications in simplistic, lonely refrains… This first LP is full of particularly angular, blocky and sawbladed synth waveforms, completely archaic and singular. You will soon be hypnotised by minimalist audial-space exploration sounds and disarmingly memorable synth patterns. Dig it.

Brugmanziah

Wulkanaz’s fourth album sees Kumulonimbus transcend a paradigm or two – this is raw Black Metal full of inspired songcraft and transgressive inspirations, sidestepping much of the dogma of Black Metal and elevating Wulkanaz onto the plateau of singular expressive entity. It’s ruthless and wiry, violent Punk, cold and fucking grim, waspish Black Metal, with an outsider pre-Germanic Folk aspect. Furiously tight knit drumming full of blasts and groove underpins bizarrely melodious riff craft, unorthodox chord patterns and besetting structures, buzzing Guitar sounds with razored reverb and overdrive, Vocal croaks and frozen grit, bits of folk instrumentation in mournful lamentation with distorted, whispering and wheezing vocal samples and looped ambient passages, exhilaratingly well written and played, weird and powerful dynamic riff patterns and digressions expressing arcane paganism through sub-Black Metal rune casting. The recording quality is raw and buzzing with a fullness of a good rehearsal room recording. It’s a tremendous record, simplistic and savage in writing style yet full of awesome nuance and detail in the instrumentation and execution. Crucial.

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Helter Skelter Productions

Entropic Industrial Techno from Australia, cold, raw and doomed. Recorded live, insidious sequencer lines, cheap speed and self loathing, experimental and isolated. Head smoking funky lurker beats arriving at brick wall dead ends, nasty pulses of rounded Bass, colicky percussion in reverb tar, aggressive, wholly untrustworthy and covered in a sheen of petroleum jelly Noise. Minimalist analogue atmospherics and perplexing tranquillizer sequence patterns. Pure, momentous, ethereal outsider Techno for Noiseheads. Killer tape.

Chondritic Sound

Flamethrowing doom electronics, anxious and totally unsettling Harsh Noise and terror industrial, fucked up melted death electronic Noise – Prurient is a little hit and miss for me, but when he’s releasing this sort of horrid shit I’m all ears. High concept Harsh Noise and doomed Power Electronics, destroyed Synthesizers and embattled, menacing spoken and seethed vocal within a synthesized distortion field inescapable, varying in track length, maligned analogue sound sources and sampling – Fernow’s interests in Militaria are present here, as are his excellent linguistic phrasings and nasty wordings, his song titles and descriptors provide the grubby, perversely violent and irrational window through the dark sunglasses of the prurient obsessive –  disturbing bad man industrial mindest, flamethrower Harsh Noise and synthesizer meltdown. This one definitely seems to have an ear of influence towards fellow Industrial terrorists Linekraft and Alberich. It’s fucking lethal.

Tesco Organisation

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Complete discography of American Grindcore band Vomit Spawn. Mean-spirited, anti-PC Grindcore. Killer blast beats and blurred out grinding Bass and Guitar fury, nonsensical nasty low/high demented vocal burl tradeoff with lots of Noisecore style breathless gibbering and grunting, massive pulverizing guitars and bass kicking out crazed power chords with loads of thrashin’, chuggin and pinchin’. The influences from Metal don’t infringe on the blurr-ed out noisy Grindcore within, lots of the riffs are quite Death Metal-ish but played with such ferocity as to render them noisy and fucked. Mean, callous and cantankerous. Great artwork, too! Here’s Andy on the liner notes;

‘With the exception of the split 7” with Magrudergrind and the “Diabolical Detention” 3” CD, this material was sourced from three CD-Rs, all of which have paper sticker labels that will eventually render them unplayable. This collection exists as sort of a sanctioned bootleg in an attempt to prevent this material from disappearing forever. It was assembled with the band’s permission, but without input from any of its members. Download contains PDF with cover scans, lyrics, interviews from “Corporal Arts Zine” #2 + “The Result” #1, as well as bonus live video from 2002 + 2003.’

Mortville does the lord’s work with these discography releases. Dive headfirst into this hate!

Mortville Noise

Interloper Techno from the US and the UK Noise scenes, featuring stand-alone and collaborative tracks. Vatican Shadow is one of Dominick Fernow’s various Techno projects, Salford Electronics is a lo-fi Electronic project from David Padbury of The Grey Wolves, amongst others. Replica pattern driving tech beats with a seedy funk, a sort of primitivist martial industrial vibe, atmospheric and intense. Menacing coils of sequencer pulse, humming bass, funk steppin’ beats, strange distorted sampling, minimalist and very low rent, militaria obsessions, cargo cult combat tracks, terrible edgy haircuts, sounds from deep in the compound… Dig it with your militia members at Thursday’s meet.

Hospital Productions

Complete discography of slightly overlooked and short lived Power Violence/Hardcore band Forced Expression, released by Mortville Noise. These tracks are taken from demos, split 7″ records and compilations, with plenty of unreleased and alternate tracks too, all culled from across their one year of existence. 56 tracks of manic, violent, decimating Power Violence and bludgeoning super fast Hardcore with brutal blurted madman low vocal/high vocal tradeoff, stomping catchy Hardcore pit-starter parts stacked up and toppled by lightning fast blast beat parts, with an awesome Bass sound across most of these different recordings too. Pissed, forceful and supremely tight and faaaaast. Fuckin’ killer! Reminds me of Heresy, Ripcord and other early super-fast UK Hardcore bands, and of course Power Violence like Crossed Out and No Comment, but Forced Expression manage their own stamp on the sound. Forced Expression is band i’m shamefully unfamiliar with, one that I recognised from the covers of splits but never really got around to checking out properly. This I regret. Buy a CD and be a #scenesupporter!

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