The violent expulsion & excoriation of corruption in all forms. An exploding emergency of horrifically fractured all-destroying Noise-profusory, hard Breakcore, Noisegrind, Gunk, Fray, Free Jazz, Riot-Gear, extreme Psychedelics & rabid-improvised-hysteria conflagrating completely out-of-control. This loose amalgamation of pyroclastic styles & intensely-volatile energies undergo severely disfigured transmutations & deformed-combinations, creating a truly unparalleled cataclysm with some of the most ridiculous velocity & matter-stripping-hurtling inflicting unmatched bedlam & mega-turbulence. Declared “Apoplexy” or “Flensecore” for its singular distinction & indelible destructive capacity, this intensely focused, fiercely politicized run-away disorder continues to shatter & decimate boundaries, definitions, limits & records.
Oh yeah! – Vandalized guy n’ gal trash noise/noise core/scream-scruff from Texas. rusted-out and fucked over harsh raff freebasing between Shitnoise & heavy-experimentation art-house cacograph with a whole scrapheap of siphoned extras swilling the jetsam. Fuckin’ garbage-electronics, distorted MPC programming, scuffed Industrial squalor, raw, dirty & lo-fi power electronics, junk noise, grot-synths, samples, screams, horse-shit-blast-drums & other decaying & abraded debris. A mythic equilibrium between art-rubbish-insouciance-effort.. pensiveness & puke!!
The foremost founding member of 90’s Noisegrind Gunk sensation World – Hiroshi Zen, returns to the same project. isolation, psychosis, institutional incarceration, narcotics & alcohol abuse have greatly disrupted the purity & capacity …. what remains of the initial intentions is now (depending on the musicians available) primitive Noise or slow mastic Sludge-Noise atrophy.
When erogenous appendages swell larger than the baring-host, enveloping the victim/victor in their own pink, palpus & pulsing outsplay – it can only mean one thing……. NEKO-NEKO-BOLLOCK!!! Lo! – The most implausible, superhuman, frenzied, hysterical, toxic-mega-experiment gone-extravagantly-awry sinks the fleet with over an hours’ worth, yes! over an hours’ worth! Yes, that’s over an hours’ worth, of ‘bijin blur’ yanked & hewn from their 2004-2018 releases, remixed, misdirected, mangled, malmanaged & further foibled & destroybled by exasperation-exclamation-editorials from the likes of Hinyouki, 886VG & Sewage (Huuuuuuursche! Spazmod!) pressed into the jagged & jutting junk with the most gorgeous 8-bit empyrean objet esotericism to exterminate all entities in an extended explosion of exponential oestrogenic eradication overdrive (eavesdropping)! Ovens empty (the scullery on the other hand..). can yu fuckin’ handle it? only th boldest/bawdiest/brawniest/bubbliest of bollox shall brandish! Neko-Neko-Noyzcoooooooooore!!!
Four or five year gestation process. Anyhoo, th motherfucker is here, with an unintentional conjoined-twin <more on that later). 神经刺痛 – finalized with fourteen participants/in-patients & running at over 87 minutes of material. An exigent lobour of struggle-stippled Sisyphean body-count, we inevitably got there in th promised hind-quarters of draconian-diligences skinned teeth. The final quorum runs as follows – OPS-PSF (Tokyo), Miracle Power Combination (Texas), Bollock Swine (Korean peninsula, London), Qebrus (France), New World (Tokyo/Osaka), 886VG (Chile), Sewage (Akita), Wage-Slave Exchange (Akita), sweet sounds of the burning child (Ryuku Isles), Animal Machine (London), Shit Noise Bastards (Malaysia), Sedem Minut Strachu (Slovakia), Sodoma 93 (Greece) & Drogded (Hungary). Both Bollock Swine & New World contribute two separate & distinct sessions with variegated line-ups. We tried to load Xome & Nyctalops into th lather, but th caitiffs were too busy packing fudge! Pussies & politics. It turns out though, after all ordinance afforded, that th cassette-reel is just 10 seconds from rupturing as there is so much crammed onto this pink, luminescent-gunged bastard. So I had this concept, that added days of editing, fastidious-open-audio surgery… to mix each side as hulking chunks, connecting each cameo with a flash of hyper-anomalous fallery.. extra-esoteric samples & weirdo henka-confectionary with almost all entries also being edited specifically to create ‘drops’. Like, it wasn’t just enough to scramble some of th very’ very’ very nut-fuckest barons of Anti-Listener banjax, it had to be enhanced & further curlicued by artisan editing, just to push that fucking boat even further out to th gerdem sharks/giant vampire squids. Th results, centuple th somersaults…ripping clean through that atmosphere & disappearing from view ^ ^ . what are we talking about here? – Artisan User-Hostile Hard-Vac, Gunk, Blur, Noisegirnd, Harsh Henka Glitch Stridor, No-Skool-Noyzcore, Gush-Gyna, Warp, Blast-Blur, Distortion, Torikowashi Noise Junk. Every indulgence exonerated…yu kno our reputation, & if yu don’t? here’s yet another fitting gauge of confirmation to settle all fucking scores empirical. Now, th format n’ shit… semi pellucid pink cassette, with specialized stamp, custom made black ink stamp, either translucent green n’ blue or aqua-coloured case, colour sticker cover, colour obi & giant fold-out double sided poster, with th acclaimed Jigokuki graphic-mélange. Hand numbered to 911 copies. More on this motherfucker will be impending through bleg! (as there are so many stories, parallels & areas of idiosyncratic detail that might as well be analyzed/exposed).
& th gods wept continually! For fuuuuucks-sakes!!! – Bollock Swine, in full Torikowashi, Hard-Vacuum, Tatsumaki, Blurbeat, Blast-marathon berserk mode! These x8 extirpators (9.33 minutes) are dredged from th historic 2005 Chicago sessions with founding member Donkey from Asscavern on guitar (& occasionally bass) & of course- ‘Maddest of all Motherfukurz’ Kikanju Baku on drums…rule-book destroying, drum-machine short-circuiting, record-shattering hyper Blur-Blast-Neko-Neko-Noyzcore Gunk Warp. Too fast! Stupido! Ridiculous! incomparable Shred-blur-tatsumaki-Gunk Neko-Neko-Noyzcore with a retinue of modified samples & ‘enhanced-breathlessness’ crops & drops (without cheating, track combining or overdubbing). Absurdist instrumental Anti-Listener Noise-blur-vac with secondary snares, cow-bells & jam-blocks long before th que was formed. If yu have any even vaguely authentic claim to over-speeding, hyper blast-beats, blur-beats or ‘uniquel’ OTT Noisegrind/Noisecore, these distinctly insane shits took it further than anybody else as is so traumatically demonstrated….here it is motherfuckers…can yu handle it?
Law Facilitates Crime’s “thought encryption” ep at last. eleven trax in 9.31 minutes, hyper dexterous, ultra-tight & outrageously fast Gratecore, Math-Grind, Grindcore with th kind of ferocious political dissidence & intellectual-out-thinking stuffed in th waist-band. Lashings of surly blasting/hyper blasts & hurtling single-kick pedal D-beat (not to mention th exclusive ‘Q-beat’, another notch on th pantheon). Vocals never got th chance (times, budget, fuckries), so this is purely instrumental adrenalin suffused rip-roar. with th exception of one single four second deliberation, there is not a single ‘slow/mid-paced’ moment…everything is high-speeding attack! attack! attack! including dramatic speed jumps, deft as fuck 180’s & all manner of gracile, joint-splittingly dynamic, hyper complex but astonishingly vicious & gnarled mega-blat. Kikanju Baku kicking-out machine-grind standard shelling, single foot pedal, no triggers, no drum-overdubs or linking of trax, all live/single drum takes.
Neon-green cassette with hand-inked sides, regular full colour double-sided cassette inlay (BS cover by Simon Morse), fold out verso with th usual riot of thorough nut-fuckery & subulate quality, hand-numbered to 333 copies.
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G-g-g-gosh! It’s been ages! I run two other labels concurrently, as well as an events production insurgency (two actually) & a splinter-cell journalism/culture/art web entity, so you’ll fuckin’ forgive me yis’? – (among other things). The right destination by the wrong route – allow me to unveil the latest trawling’s from the LOD sump –
Diononesiste-Inclavatus cassette. Obscure Italian, one-man, multi-instrumentalist – super raw & unkempt, vicious, fast & hostile necro-Black-Death-Grind with a strong infusion of Noise, Death Industrial/Ritualism & highly adept Prog style traces. A very high standard of instrumental ability, stained onto some matted wolfs-pelt with lo-fi, bunker production & black-market finish. Lashings of overly abundant hyper-blasting, & austere, fast shredding double-kick menace confirm an overwhelmingly belting encounter for blastbeat zealots & extremist enthusiasts. Some really exceptional drumming with vigorous & flamboyant fills, awesome punctuations & strenuous pageants of stamina. The feature constantly flirts with tenebrous Noise & ominous Dark Ambient, finally culminating in full Noise usurpation. Perhaps akin to Inhalant, mixed with a multiplication of Latex Baby, Cadaver Inc, old Dark Throne & a far more ragged & dirt-ravaged miscellany of Extreme grinding-Death aggression with beast-man of the fens, harsh venomous rasps & screams vocals. Lo-fi Or Die Records would not normally issue this kind of act, but it’s so fuckin’ good, special, rare & obscure that we felt totally behoven to act in commemoration & flag this brilliant recording. The LOD version comes with additional artwork/new lay-out & excludes one track from the original edition. Limited to just x88 hand-numbered copies. Grey cassette with slight bronze spatter, full colour high quality sleeve in black case, seven tracks spanning over 40 minutes of material. £6.50 per copy. email@example.com
Small interview with Diononesiste & further analyses of Inclavatus can be perused here –
2010? a x40-odd track don of draconian demolition that makes all other Noisecore compilations sound like a gentle saunter through a shopping complex (yes i’m dead the fuck serious prepuce-peeler). From Norway comes Krybbedod with a one-off (after which changed to Blod Sprut & toned th User-Hostility down considerably) x9 track rampage of some of th most assaulting Anti-Listener prehistoric Noise-Smash (Grind is a bit to advanced a description) ever to offend a recording device. Final Exit apparently pack “5643 songs” into a 5 minute dissonance dollop. Cult surrealist Industrial/ Experimental/ Electronics/ Noise/ Sonic Collage artists Illusion Of Safety provide one of th best tracks of their long career. Ultra high-clarity super Stridor from South Korea’s Astro Noise. Mourmansk 150 with th typical early strong-arm grievous ultra harsh maim. Cult three man magnificently User-Hostile major-harsh Noisegrind trash from Wage-Slave Exchange, Akita-Japan junk x17 micro manglers. Stunning, massively original & singular Cyber-Avant-MachineGrind-Noisecore from odd-ball ex-Cripple Bastards/Hate Box irksome-intellectual Fulvio Diverio as Divelto. Top-fuckin’-notch dirty & atmospheric Death-Industrial Noise Dark Ambient from th excellent Inhalant. Horrific, awful & disturbing harsh-garbage-bilge Noiecore & unsettlingly unpleasant DeathIndustrial from Jesus Of Nazareth. The placement/progression of th bands, how it operates as an entire piece (if yu can fuckin’ handle it back-to-back) is a real right of passage for th Noisegrind connoisseur & Anti-Listener enthusiast.
Non-Negotiable Notoriety was TOTALLY let-off th leash for th packaging & artwork with a giant 9 panel fold-out poster printed on both sides & a glossed heavy card sheath that contains th CD & inlay. Th budget on this was horrendous & burnt me fa’ months but there’s no other way but max! everything right down to th on-body on this bad-boy is out of control. Puts so much to shame, a rare & singular peak!
Cult 90’s supernatural Eastern horror! Tokyo’s Sadistic Lingam Cult existed pretty much entirely dislocated from the Noise scene & were highly active during the mid to late 90’s on hyper obscure cassette labels often with even further hyper obscure one-shot bands. Their material varied massively in quality between releases, but this reissue (with bonus tracks) of Triumph Of The Will remains the strongest opus from the group. They are without question one of the most original Noise bands of all time, with their own highly signaturized & indelible “Oriental Black Arts/Black-Noise” which embodies a unique nightmare kaleidoscope of exotic distortions, drugged & inebriated hallucinations & malign conjuring, ritualism, deification, occultism & supernaturalism from abstruse & arcane Far Eastern mythology through purely analogue equipment. Hugely varied & vast, the CD details horrific possession/mass haunting by screaming phantoms & demonic beings churning through a nebulous fevered delirium of arcane Oriental occultism & murderous coven-hood. The album comes with a giant nine panel fold-out sleeve with meticulously detailed original うきよえ-themed full colour artwork from Minzo Shiroma. 21 tracks in 74 minutes, all re-mastered from the original master tapes by mad-man Terrorist Kriss! X1000 copies. £10.
Two nutters from th Noise under-belly… veteran anti-scene maverick Mourmansk150 inflicting four grievous bouts of shock-therapy in th Distress Electronics, Distorted-Industrial & Stridor-oblivion formation, including th incinerating 2001 benchmark “MURDERER”. One of my favourite Noise-fucks period – Canada’s Terrorist Kriss conflagrates an astonishingly personal, unpleasant and harrowing live five track break-down of god-awful Hatecore, self-immolation and excoriating distorted rhythmic Noise maim. Th guy is in a terrible state emotionally and should really be getting psychiatric assistance for whatever shit he is going through, but has instead decided to get coked off-his-face & take to th stage! The results are unparalleled – harsh, discordant, rending public-implosion screaming, ranting venomous incoherent ululating vitriol & agonizing excoriation beyond belief! Each offender covers about twenty minutes of material, pro-cassette with unique acid-green spray-can tallow, two panel full-colour pro-printed cassette sleeve, six-panel fold out pamphlet, quality cassette black-case, hand-numbered edition of 554 copies. £6.50
A major 7-11 way coloured cassette of Gunk, Hard-Vaccum, No-Skool-Noyzcore, Noisegrind & User-Hostile injury is well on th way, probably surfacing in march or shortly after. It will feature fresh studio material from New World (elite Osaka Noisegrind) on about their seventh line-up change in th last year & a half, but definitely under th authority of th founding member Hiroshi Zen (Noise, gob, direction) whom I reconnected with for th first time in 15 years or so recently (thanks to Rado Ulik). Th notorious, unmatched & unsurpassed Bollock Swine will also be obliterating new bray with their berserk ribald raunch & roving nonsense & very gigantic emulsions of surrealism on th uniquest take of whatever th fuck it is Torikowashi Hard-Vac Scream-Gunk-Blur-Blossom. Stratospheric & incomparable Tokyo micro Noisegrind Blurnoise duo OPS-PSF have recorded 77 tracks in a 5 minute & 1 second formation that’s ready to go along with cult & ultra Anti-Listner Harsh trash Grind-Noise trio Wage-Slave Exchange from Akita duffing a good 9 minute dollop into th maim.
Greece’s Distortion-Garbage-Blast-Noise-Grind scrap-yard love-in Malanocetus Murray have given us 6.55 minutes of gorgeous & thoroughly gag-conducing bilge & smash to pan-fry your brain.
Nabeg will Levin with their unimaginable Apoplexy/Flensecore a seemingly impossible medley of “inhuman” volatile-illicit-cataclysm of Noise, absurrd-improvisational-careening & absonant abrasive over-stated-hyper-aggression expostulation. Speeds, freneticism & asymmetry like nothing else ever. Keep yers balls peeled for their “Economy-Equals-Extinction” EP due out shortly.
Pulled in one of Extreme Music’s” greatest drummers ever as far as iym concerned, th monstrous Dave Tedesco from Technical Hybrid Metal’s – Solace Of Requiem who is pummelling together some abject madness that will be garnished in viscid Harsh Noise (probably courtesy of L. Carlozo of Digital Noise Distortion) & awful hysterical ululation from Jinshu for what will be an extraordinary No-Skool-Noyzcore outer-orthodoxy experience. Check some of his ridiculous drum skills here –
Other surprise ambushes are scheduled or secured for th comp, this will be one rupturing inner-brain contusion of a fucking elevatory exacerbation exemplum expostulus. Giant “off-th-scales” full colour highest quality fold out sleeve, coloured case, coloured cassette-shell with fluorescent stippling, hand numbered editions (911 copies).
New World – New 7”EP: mythical Osaka No-Skool-Noyzcore, recording this March for a forthcoming LOD 7” EP.
Law Facilitates Crime – Thought Encryption 7”EP: supreme velocity Gratecore!
No slow sections/no break-downs, blasts beyond belief, stupendous speed, stamina & technicality surging through with hurtling single kick-pedal D-Beat/Skull-Stove & Q-Beat militancy. Flabbergastingly ferocious & as exhilarating as a pylon up th arse in a thunder storm. Just adding th bloody vocals now ><. Mendacity Mogul & Scrounger EP’s are in th works, set to record in April.
OPS-PSF – G.S. Crazy part 1 7”EP: vintage Blur-Gunk from 1998, 112 trax in 4.44 minutes.
Fabulous harsh Gunk splurge. Was intended to come out a year or so back as a split with Reforester. Th fucking recording desk malfunctioned during th session, & London being this dreadful disinterested massive obstructive rectum of dullards & creative congestion & market fixated moronship & mundainity….it aint’ happened since. Probably Bollock Swine will jump in on th flip with more femicentric frenzied flavescencent furore!
There should be some other jive working wit’s way out th cauldron soon as well…stay marooned.
Legendary Osaka No-Skool-Noyzcore veterans drastically extended the limits to the Noisegrind medium. these Fantastically astute prescians came with a fervency, passion & virtuosity never before exerted in Noisegrind & a wondrous dilation in innovation disemboguing 20 second trax of duel vocals and crushing Stridor discharged in controlled bouts so it could syncopate with the percussive belabor of excellent tight, fast, energetic & inventive drumming boasting the best of the Grindcore tradition (single pedal skull-stove, single-pedal blasts & dynamic fills).
At last somebody was taking the genre seriously & applying themselves in full. Epic & indelible.
10-20 second songs of smelting harsh Noyzgrynd mangling with prelate Strentorian Hiroshi Masaaki of Sewage billowing vintage fast bray & grate Stridor, crude distorted drums inflicting the true essence orientated Grindcore essentials (classic blast & single pedal D-Beat) with massively over-distorted shriek & snarl dissatisfaction. User-Hostility shifted to almost unimaginable extremes, outstandingly harsh assaultingly-primitive verging on retarded, stone on bone flailing frayed high-voltage cables Anti-Listener grandeur for people that like eating lead-shavings & forcing angle-grinders up their arse!
Ghastly, PMT, sophistic, infanticidal, Stridor/Power Organics from Minzo Shiroma. Inexplicably harsh ear-raping merciless & shockingly unpleasant/zoic & inhuman 30-50 second mega voltage & deep internal rending, cerebral-scrambling of explicitly Anti-Listener obstreperation. Some of the harshest noise about mixed with bouts of severe SourMilk all assaulting around a centrifuge of tocophobic, witch-craft, Yonistic, Fairy, Folklore & mass-murder. The “Power Organics” rubric derived from sweet sounds heteroclite induction of Noise which comes from purely buccal & nasal contortions through surfeit distortion, creating some of the most bestial/otherworldly massively dynamic & laughably maiming Stridor excess damage. Horrendous!
Based on a vague projection of kunoichi assassins, clichéd Hong Kong gangsters & feisty Hiroshima girl gang delinquency, SMU bust fuckin’ fast exhilarating energetic & confident GeikoGrynd. Blasting like shit, gloriously dynamic with a deftness & expert stylized panache to cleave the body into four neat quarters in a flash of pristine kizamu grace with tight adroit precision & intense flare. this was advanced Grindcore flamboyance with Grynz vital tenets honoured (pronounced single pedal blasts, classic Skull-Stove/D-Beat single pedal foot work, minimal Metal overlap, lower string concentric, Grate-friendly arse-shred) from kayaku Kikanju Baku & Chinpira. The one & only demo emerging in th early 00’s during an era when fake severely impaired/compromised pseudo-grind was proliferating by the likes of Nazum, Discordance Axis, Pig Destroyer, The Kill etc, SMU were faster with far more guile & diversity & crucially much’ much more Grynd & they ineluctably would have been momentously influential had they not broken up after their first demo immortalizing them instead to esoteric obscurity. th demo still remains a cult artefact of Grindcore’s hidden history & still batters th fuck out of so much on th rack.
Psychosexual anthrophobic genocidal Black Noise (no relation to Black Metal whatsoever) obsessing with far Eastern cultus, & a pantheon of recondite Buddhist/Hindu & regional Oriental superstition, paranormal divination ancient Sanskrit vestiges & Black Magic. Very’ very dark & malignant stuff, the bands sound is totally unique within the Noise strata, (nothing else even a little like it) deeply psychedelic, somnific & horrific, not so much harsh as an absolute overload of distortion, echo & reverb & bizarre cyber modulation & sound molestation through a series of very unfamiliar & as of yet unconfirmed analogue gadgets & contraptions (all from the early & mid 90’s when the band was active). Even within the Noise ambit, SLC are very unorthodox, the closest relative probably being Death Industrial & perhaps Power Elecronics but neither can be adequately attributed, the band is without peer or parallel. Malefic, lubricious & profoundly ritualistic this phantom eldritch of heaving hallucination existed on the utmost underground during the mid 90’s encapsulated mostly on split cassettes with very obscure Noisecore bands. The sadism, gynophobia, imperialist Japanese ideology & phallocentric madness clash & are totally ill consonant with the the LOD ethic, but for noise quality & as one of the most individualistic, exotic & pronounced Noise experience available SLC augment the Jigokuki prepotency perfectly
Anti-urban dendrocentric NoyzGrynd from th jester of Blur & Blast Kikanju Baku. non-stop single-foot blasts invigorated by a constant dynamic of fills & shifting time-patterns & punctuations over severe Stridor Maul ascetic & harsh maiming austerity further mishandled by the intensification of fast distorted fret-shredding guitar-noyz for another apex of User-Hostile Gunk hegemony at it’s most verdurous.
founded on the “Space-Grind” ultra CyberGrind theory, Kikanju Baku & Vellum Vertiginous launch the latter to the furthest futurism, extraterrestrial extraordinary, heterodox time signatures, some if not “the” fastest single kick, non-triggered blasts of hyper-ultra-total-turbo cosmic intellectual inhuman blast cosmos-core with synchronized JazzProgRiotGear over-extravagance, stupid speed jumps & terrifyingly tight prescient precision on a truly supernatural scale. Generations & generations into the distance already.
To my knowledge, no other group takes the micro-burst to this level. Imagine hundreds (literally) of 1,2,3,5, 10, 14 second songs condensed into 5 minute stints. & the songs are rehearsed/contrived, yes they actually write & syncopate within this format. Sublime harsh No-Skool-Noyzcore spazzing like shit, blasting, blur Gunk, tremendous feed-back distortion detrition, manic guitar shred Noyzcore, crusting like fuck drums from the unexampled Gunk prelate Ryohei Kikuchi of Final Exit abetted here by the Tokyo sensation Takahisa on guitar & Noyz. vocals undergo such distortion assault & pitch-shift we end up with more Noyz , ultra SourMilk molestation, palpitant, ictus & Torikowashi to an uncomfortable excess, leaving no stasis between trax so the assault is without reprieve . Total’ total Gunk kids.
30 second Distortion sodden BlastBlur No-Skool-Noyzcore ferity from the late 90’s. nonsensical hysterical harlequinade with one of the fastest gravity-blast, drum-machine-standard percussionists (ludicrously precocious for the time) milling you into the asphalt whilst guitars frenzy in a maelstrom of total discord & indiscernible face-fracture. Allo-Vocals of some kind of hebephrenic Cookie-monster pre-puberty animal impersonation squawk, scream & screel. Severe BlastBlur User-Hos Distortion Gunk to shred ya balls!
Industrial Experimental Noise.. harsh, unpredictable, tremendously versatile & void of any identity/dogma/politics aside from the Noise itself. Napalmed are endowed by constant scavenging. modulation & application of Noise materials going further than any other Noise band I am aware of to include new praxis/equipment/recording techniques, most notably & endless array of Metal/Industrial machinery/components presumably scavenged from post Czech’s communist industrial dereliction. This makes there sound source & procures the project a unique & tremendously extensive versatility expanded even further by the group’s total surrender to experimental forces with varied samples, collaborations, vocals, field-recording applied per track or session. Napalmed begun with Radek Kopel & in the early 90’s & has ever since been a highly active independent entity in the Noise underground with shit loads of cassette. Vinyl, CD & CDR releases. In fellow scrap-yard post communist aggrieving Noise technician Martin B joined in 2000 incrementing the already enormous capacity & scope.
Controversial French grand master of seditionary strategy, rejectionism, confrontation reinforced by preposterously harsh & staggeringly violent/wrathful Stridor savagery for abject mauling & disfigurement. M150’s various arrests, searching of living quarters & confiscation of equipment by the inferiorities along with playing/broadcasting live from the G8 summit in Genoa during the riots as a “testimony to the violence” assert M150 into a uniquely sovereign category of distinction & provocation. Ethical extremity, trenchant calumniation of the West & violent repudiation at the horrors of the modern urban environment & globalized orthodoxy & acquiescence, all bludgeoned & grated by some Frankenstein compository of anti-capitalist misanthropic, left wing extremist, riotous objectionist political vandalism on the quest for extraction, autonomy, depuration, solatium, manumition & of course revenge for sphere, self & species. Mourmansk’s earlier tenure assaulted with the most harsh, hateful, stupendously violent & incinerating unremittent Stridor-maul negation we have heard in Noise, period, & this is the epoch that LOD/TGS concentrates on & releases. The unit has since permutated & had a Power Electronics & Distress conversion of sorts.
Incomparable Grind/Gratecore propulsion. Electing the most savage & ascetic tenets of integral Grind virtue & battering them to an advanced stage of combat – combining uneven time signatures, modal intricacies & syncopations with irregular as fuck punctuations directly to the classic single-foot D & C Beat & multifarious Blastbeat formula to transmute a terrifyingly effective, absurdly fast & aggressive advancement, with Grate & Grind so destructive it will file down any obstacle. Savvy as fuck & monstrously progressive as well as taking the core elements of non-metallic Grind severity to the most tumultuous & peerless crest with speeds & consecutive attack that literally defy belief. With radical activist, subversive & rogue-journalist links, contributions & samples hewing some of the most strident philippic & informed attacks on the corporation crisis, putrefaction politics & western corruption.
Ultra User-Hostile draconian-Distortion Blast NoyzGrynd from Norway enacted in 20-30 second incinerations & cave-man pummel primacy. How Anti-Listener do you want it? It’s laughable really, as if the earth fractured & the most primordial shit the galaxy could produce just comes surging out. Bash your brains in with a cement cluster, beyond crude, hopelessly harsh screaming BlastNoise (Noyz/Screams/Blast) for only the most grizzled, resilient & committed Noisecore extremists. Krybbedod would later become Blodsprut & never ever repeat such a damaging infraction of stupendous User-Hostile Gunk. Unbe-fuckin-lievable!
Evolution, erudition, ingenuity & extension of the Noisecore, weird adverse Cyber shit & digital extremes proximity with paranoid, intelligence agency loathing, secret society obsessed, science fiction infatuated enormously eclectic User-Hostile digital No-Skool-Noyzcore Gak Sprook BlastBlur on an information overload of radical documentary, conspiracy theory/alternative narrative, comic book & cult-media replete cosmologist UFO specialist meteor shower. Jet Jag overwhelms misdirects & confuses, mostly following no conventional time sequence rather an anachronistic free-fall densely stippled with erraticism of ever oscillating samples styled & sourced from any & all competing for cognition in a mayhem megrim of harsh noise, irregular BlurBlasting distorted drum programming, Power Electronic prone subulate spastic Synth shamanic abnormal-Experimental Glitch-craft FX-laden what-the-fuck with vocals ranging from more traditional Grind/Noyzcore territory to spoken word sequencer mutated verbal theatrics. The scope, repository of sounds/systems equipment available & expertise & conceptualism of Doc Goro means that anything is possible & that track for track variegates dramatically & has it’s own unique genetic splaying & construct. Unpredictable aside the obvious Anti-Listener phonic mangling Jet Jag’s bizarre skitzophonic deformity utterly extirpates all the “fucked-up” Glitch, Cyber & “Experimental Machine Grind” acts by light-years, there’s nothing else close & never will be as the depth of detail & originality is just too off the scales to be emulated.
Early Jet Jag was more intense sonically & more on the Noyzcore/BlastBlur with more Analogue activity. The later Jet Jag became more Experimental & intellectual & less interested in mauling dat arse <but still very inclined for preposterous bouts of User-Hostility> with a more pronounced digital presence.
Harrowing & unnervingly unpleasant Distortion GryndNoyz sermonizing lofi harsh analogue with Ambient Death Industrial Experimental Power Electronics Drone. samples & digital division/combinations of live material/traditional live Grindcore percussion & drum Machine programming that sometimes penetrates into IDM orbit. successful as a harsh lofi & dirty User-Hostile mishap but more so as a horribly disturbed theological distressing & disfigured freak-accident of twisted unheimlich traumatism, squirming deep into a really sinister & unpleasant sector of insanity & negativity. a very’ very dark & frankly quite awful off-putting decortication of the senses.
Classic disheveled & derelict lofi Dark Ambient/Power Electronics/Drone from the master of ominous apparition Texas based Inhalant who are probably responsible for the best Death Industrial we have heard full fucking stop! Desolate, subterranean, tenebrous, lurking in the shadows shit of astoundingly atmospheric dissonant-experimentations.