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.

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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.

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Mourmansk 150


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.


Law Facilitates Crime


Law Facilitates Crime

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.

The Divided Kingdom



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!


Jet Jaguar KR3 Kill Spree


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.


Jesus Of Nazareth

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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.




Exceedingly energetic enuresis of the most hyperactive & hysterical, spilling a tremulous swell of gorgeous Stridor & unreasonably fast ludic injurious high-frequency Feedback SourMilk to scour yur tubes hard! Totally spack plysexual hageshi-harsh Lap-Top Spate palpitus with an unnatural enamoration for dysuria performed by a Spanish gynandromorph (seriously) & her underdog  sideswipe at the influence of Japanese-girl fixation & hallucination (az iz/on th rizeel) !!

Madrid, Spain/ th dirtiest dyv in Kabukicho/th most licentious nook of Ropongi/the spumeiest shower-block of soap land, th swelteringest quarter of courtesan district (dameru! ><)

Himitsu King


Osaka pentad of Noise/FX, drums, guitar/vox, bass & keyboards ensorcell an apex of Abnorm/Gunk or “fast progressive junk” as HK self define, a polychromatic cloud-burst of harsh Noise, Sprook, Distortion Noisegrind Blast hysteria cross-pollinated with virtuosic models of Grindcore, Fastcore/HC/PV, variegated Metal, Funk, Fusion converged with an assorted influence of Japanese muzak, video-game tinged, J-Pop Anime equivocation finally melanging with a marvelously distinct Prog/Jazzesque highly original florid intricacy auxiliarated by vocals of a jittery squawking amorously agitated manner.

Sound good? Japan has a reputation, sometimes felicitous but often exaggerated for performing weird & extreme sonic exoticism, but aside Bollock Swine & Jet Jaguar at their most jangled it is honestly difficult to think of a more accomplished & far flung entity in fucked-up, bat-shit-crazy weirdness deformity than Himitsu King. the way ahead. The Boredoms & Melt Banana don’t have shit on these freaks, an dats real mothafukurz

 Osaka, Japan

Government Alpha

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Considered by many to be the harshest Strentor of all time, Tokyo’s veteran mega-weight Yasutoshi Yoshida expels hazardously harsh opalescent Stridor Prime, ripping galaxies into rags with excessive psychedelic experimental primeavel prismatic pressures SourMilk solar magnification & grating Freefall interstellar entelechy.




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Genetic aberrant FztFwrd, a harsh Noise & Power Electronics splice, laced with Industrial irregularity melded with some off the classiest & quality carpet bombing of Splittercore/excised-Speedcore, with a precision, adroitness & dynamic the transcends the usual pitfalls & limitations of the Splitter/Speed-core genre. sample sodden serrated User-Hostile pummeling harsh influenza from the forbidden laboratories of the Industrial ghettos to blast skeletons str8 out of their soft fleshy enclosures & have those incrassated braynz spilling out of empty eye-sockets y’ fukn no-good sack a’ shyt><!!!


Fuckin’ Scream Blue Murder & Ground Zero Death Trap


Aggregating Cosh-Grynd, Stridor, Distress & excreting it in  8-16 second proctitic micro convulsions- Hyper-blast/Blur/Warp drum-machine salvos, preposterous distortions, harsh metal-work & pedal noise, mangled samples, vocals so pitch-shifted they sound like noise or air-escaping arse-holes, miasmal borbogymous, lofi as fuck but with that irresistible skin-of-the-teeth clarity & exigency, screaming teens sampled from all those stupid 80’s slasher flix & dirty oldskool Grind guitars.  Cyber Modulation & manipulation through a computer but strictly analogue with All the effluvium associated with the absolute under belly of Cosh-Grynd rekd on a fucking 8 tracker. The band is superintended by the notorious Rondullah Amann/Mad-Dog & founding member of ASHIAIP who waged an insurrection from his peripheral fiefdom & was one of the most colourful & balls-out characters/activist in the range & a vicious critic of the alembic conventionists & proponents of the Great Grindcore Gentrification. His knowledge/experience & immersion in Noyz/Grindcore/Speedcore,Gunk  & fixation with pushing the envelope calcified into this extraordinary No-Skool-Noyz-Grynd deformity.  Conjoined killers, FSBM encompassed more Gryncore whilst GZDT elected more Noyz & the exclusion of guitars.


Germany/The Afghan Corridor

Final Exit

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Mythical Noyzcore numen’s Kikuchi Ryohei & Hisao Young are Final Exit, one of the most fanatical & sedulous episcopals of Gunk/No-Skool-Noyzcore. There instantly-distinctive fastidiously formulated strain of corybantic,  supra-distortive Blur Gunk, with rapid-gibberish vocal frenzy & tumbling fills cymbal crash collisionary just to ensure extra injury are commingled with Surf Rock, Blues, Grindcore & other traditional genericism (all played in real time expertly, no samples) creating the ultimate sonic parody. They tergiversate between the two dichotomies, springing the absonant ambush, kind of creating the ultimate desecration of music, by playing it well then totally’ totally evaginating it. or on certain recordings just coming with flat out Noisecore warfare. 95% of there recordings are contrived construction, with amazing correlation & tightness exorcised by these excellent musicians. They have been at this shit for over fifteen years & constantly generate new ways to keep it escalating & varying. Truly the most premium Noyzore dons.




Vintage CyberMachineGrynd from the genius prism of Italy’s anchorite misanthropic atrabilious protagonist Fulvio Diverio. This sensational analogue lofi slatternly raucous turbo blastbeat Hard-Vac torrent lathers on FX & distortion fermentation, yielding an advanced strain of CyberGrind, extrapolating dimensions of IDM countenance & themes <not genres> to the Grindcore rubric with a unique vocal condition that operates solely on modified samples. In reference to weird Grind-themed fast blasting FX heavy Cyber-Punk Bio-Mek, this shit runs the roost. The short 30-45 second vaults clamor with a dirty massively contumacious energy-flux deeply diverse & expertly compositional implementation all finished with a stark digressive finality. Follicle fissuringly awesome shiznoz mothafukuz!


Digital Noise Distortion


Some of the harshest most crippling, head-riving, organ-splaying, destructive, demolition-grade Stridor. Barbaric metal-work & laptop modulation plus berserk vivacious oscillations create that fast ripping hysteria, comingled with the horrifically abrasive Strentor pulverizing for some of the severest sonic mutilation & high-frequency micro-wave brain-gouging.

When on full form, DND really are competing for the top of the harsh heavy-weight.




Torikowashi Blastcore User-Hostile Noyz-Grynd, maximum severity & devotion with a three man assault of ultra-fast drums, distorted Blur-Bass, FX smashed vocals & Harsh Stridor maim. Thoroughly aggressive Gunk deconstruction demolish.


Bollock Swine


Perhaps the peak of preposterous, this unimaginable Torikowashi, Hard-Vacuum, Blur-Blast, Drill-N-Waste, User-Hostile, screaming Asian Girls Brayk/Fray/Riot-Gear Neko-Neko-Noyzcore Harlequin-Hayz-Hop ornate obscenity autoschedian over-turbulence multi-metaplasiac Blur recherché Harsh Noise Abnorm freak-frenzy lays waste to pretty much every barricade, restriction, accepted practice/definition & limit of the noisegrind/fucked-up idiom with the most intemperate excess of preternatural pummeling & cataclysmic labile emergency with tons’ & tons of Tatsumaki Blurbeat triturating, mincing & mangling frantic fast-picking string-stripper delirium-blur, oblique & berserk, amok, hysterically intemperate, superhuman, animal-insect-alien kingdom, beyond the bodies capacity feats of frenetic fury from demagogue Anti-Listener clerics Donkey of Asscavern & th Jester of All Blur an Blast Kikanju Baku. Decking out th damify defacing damage doling are groups of inebriated amateur Korean, Japanese, Taiwanese girls ululating their innards out, vocal screeling melting mic’s with matriarch mutation mantics oestrogen-overwhelm smashed into Stridor Maul & harsh Experimental expulsions of cacophonic Strentor mastery from th likes of Yasutoshi Yoshida {Government Alpha}, Minzo Shiroma {sweet sounds of the burning child} prizing the parallax & peregrine perspective into further contortions & utter abnormality intoxicated by a gallimaufry of sampling, FX pedals, distortions to further protuberate the profundity & paroxysm pandemic & psychotic psychedelia.

Irrefutably the fastest (by centuries), most Warp,Blur,Hard-Vac,Tatsumaki,Blasting, weirdest, unpredictable wildly erratic & most frenzied/corybantic Gunk/No-Skool-Noyzcore/NoyzGryn outfit ever’ ever 2 subvert/split n’ splay & malformate with an induction of atrociously Avant-Garde improbably Harsh exogamic unearthly spontaneous spasmodic inorthodoxy & antiphonic adventurism !!!

 North-East Asia, UK & USA



BlurBlastDistortionDeathlCyberIndustrialNoyzGryn with the User-Hostility surging way beyond the dials final digit. Asscavern rewrote the books & redefined the rules of enragement, secreting a standard of such utter ridiculousness, excess & gratuitous uber-overkill with drum-programming so blasting/blurring/extra-toning/hard-vacuuming stationed on a Torikowashi technique that has the Blur 85% of the time & the “other” shit for the remaining 15% minority cross-bred with a malformation of Noise, clonus guitar Noyzcore-shred frenzy, fast-picked aggressive Death Metal loops & Grynddeth garble, multi-distortion & sample/sound manipulation, Cyber Experimental bass-warping Industrial Sludgy mishap hazardous Breakcore & erroneous Drum Funk with elements of the Ohio Noise, Reality Impaired spastic retardation puerile pasquinade & inbred-idiocy/profuse piss-taking accosted by shrieking rasping animalist guttural vocal molestation. Acav was masterminded by one of the most important abbots of the Anti-Listener, No-Skool-Noyzcore, Hypogeal ardent catacomb crawling surface-shunning movement/community, Donkey-The King Uv All Kongz also a key founding member of the sublime aberration Bollock Swine. The envelope was shat way’ way’ way further than anybody else & in many respects has yet to be surpassed by anybody. as fucked-up as possible, pulling on anything that would ingravescence the infection & increase destructive forces but also bringing the wealth from exposure to Experimental, Noise, Industrial, Avant-Garde, odd shit, Breakcore, Jungle, D&B, IDM & others giving an awareness, expertise & experience for a broader dimension of quality & specialness with that perfect paradox of totally unmusical/anti-music yet so labored, honed & rigorous with progressions & hooks camouflaged amongst the complete extermination of music.



Ariel Sharon’s Head in an Industrial Press

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ASHIAIP Pummel, avulse, dislocate, rend, snap & tear with an Olympic hostility surpassed or rivalled by no other Grind or Noisecore unit. Kikanju Baku employs the full plethora of blast beats, blur beats/Tatsumaki, Skull-Stove & the fastest Flail dual-pedal Avalanche you will ever hear to create a Torikowashi Anti-Listener decimation of historic status elaborating on the most uncompromising tenets of CoshGrind/MachineGrind Gratecore Noisecore & Hard-Vacuum/Blurcore User-Hostility surcharge propelled by a berserk enmity founded in the essence of conflict terror & resistance..

We are confident to say that this is the fastest, most blasting/blurring & most aggressive Grate/Grind unit of all time.


Jet Jaguar KR3 Kill Spree/FztFwrd split 10”LP by Matsuge Androgyn

Mother of mercy! How do you begin to describe this record? Fucking WAR on the senses is about the best way to let the listener know what they are getting themselves into. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION AND AT YOUR OWN RISK! Well first of all let it be said that this gem is the first official release of Jet Jaguar KR-3 Kill Spree, so needless to say, it’s the beginning of music’s TRANSFORMATION! This older material finds a youthful Jet Jag violently fidgeting, screaming in various rasps and pitch shifted spasms of insanity, regurgitating broken and confusing rhythms among tantrums of serious harsh noise, blasts, all insanely intricate and technical down to the minutest detail. It pulls you in all directions at once, makes you laugh, makes you fear, makes you hate it, makes you love it. As complex as the inner workings of the human body itself and ready to set the mind free. This IS the shit that will turn mankind into GODS! Of course now, how could you expect the SHEEP to understand anything so ahead of it’s time? I said it before and I’ll say it again, this shit is black fucking magic right here. Gotta hand it to the blokes at LofiRDie/TGS, they fucking struck gold on this one. Flip it over and prepare to be SCRAMBLED by the likes of the uber kult, brain splattering seishen speed core holocaust of FAST FORWARD, the very definition of said genre!. I never considered listening to anything “techno” until I heard this record. FAST FORWARD rattles the brain like a dose of royal jelly and genseng extract injected at the base of the spine sending the listener into uncontrollable seizures as the liquids go right into the bloodstream infecting every extremity with a surge of energy that if not controlled, will surely send you jumping out a window or stiffening the body until it crumbles into bits. This ain’t no glowstick waving, ecstacy taking friendly contemporary dance techno faggot fodder, this is MENACING and not for the easily overwhelmed or frightened. And to be quite honest, I’ve heard other stuff from this guy other than what’s on this record and really, I dunno if it’s safe to listen to this kind of shit. Like Jet Jag, it transcends mere listening pleasure and takes you into another realm. If you enter this realm with fear in your heart, you will experience a nightmare so traumatizing it could KILL you. Just keep telling yourself “It’s only a record.” If you listen to this shit, prepare to have your mind shattered like glass and rearranged the way THEY see fit! This is not just music, this is fuckin SCIENCE! I Give this record a 10! RPG

Himitsu King/Final Exit/Bollock Swine/Crovac split CD by Norman Records

Oh this truly is insane stuff. I can’t figure out which artist is responsible for which track as the artwork is a bit confusing. The cartoon on the front is really funny. What is blasting out at the speakers is punked-up thrashed-out Japanese metal lunacy that’s sort of somewhere between Melt Banana, Carcass/Napalm Death, An Albatross, The Locust, Painkiller/Naked City, early Boredoms and as Business Lady Suggests stuff on the old Slap a Ham label. So expect an intense ride of short and powerful songs all really fun and a bit stupid. Loads of screeching vocals and ridiculously dynamic arrangements. Certainly some awesome technical ability on display here. Fully mental!


Divelto V/A CD by Collective Zine

The postcard which came with this CD, (note, a postcard, not a press release, featuring a mouse sat on a pissed off looking cats head, so we’re off to a good start) describes it as “Really really User-hostile stuff” and “Anti-Listener”. Having sat through all 74 minutes and 59 seconds of this evil bastard, I can confirm this is an accurate description.

I don’t even really know where to start with this review. For starters, it took me sometime to figure out who the hell was even on this. In the end I managed to figure out it seems to be a comp of some sort. Differentiating the different bands/artists/charlatans is almost pointless. Everything on this CD is totally fucked. Openers Jesus of Nazareth, use some frankly worrying samples with dread inspiring noise that makes me think of David Lynch pushed over the edge of sanity. Illusion of Safety is a bit less dense, a glitchy mess of reverby, (I hesitate to call these beats) taps and electronic pulses. Astronoise could be the black box of some star ship crashing into a black hole for all I know. Blodspurt might be the sound of a grind band getting bum raped to death by a cyborg in an airlock.

Divelto themselves is something akin to a seriously angry drum machine eating your face off with big rusty metal drum stick teeth. Wage-Slave Exchange is the closest things come to an actual band as far as I can work out. Some sort of grind band sicking itself back up through a broken computer. There are actually recognisable human noises on their tracks. Mourmansk 150 is like a microphone wrapped in cellophane, then thrown into a hurricane strength sandstorm, capable of stripping flesh from bones. Final exit trick you with a small snatch of an ambient section, before battering you with yet more seriously unpleasant distortion. Inhalent have a low rumbling background noise in hell thing going.

Did I enjoy any of it? Fuck No. Its fucking horrendous. Do I admire their commitment to taking things to the maximum level of ridiculousness? Fuck yes. This bunch are cleary not interested in doing anything by half. The fold out insert that comes with this bears the legend “SUFFERING! THE MOST PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE IN HUMAN HISTORY”. I guess if you want to soundtrack that statement, this is a fairly good attempt.

(final note, although this is a comp, there are more tracks by some than others, the release has Divelto’s name on the front so I’ve filed it under their name. Even the website for this lot is destroyed. I quote; “Discordance Axis? Fuk No! Try th woman’s hygiene section of th super-market & buy yourself a bottle of bleach 2 drink while yur at it you worthles fukn turd!!!” genius).

Divelto V/A CD by Existance Establishment

Here is another confusing release. I’m not even sure if this label is still active or what but this is actually a compilation with random information printed all over the packaging so it’s kind of difficult to tell what address leads to what artist/label/etc. Plus there are 57 tracks on this puppy so the track-listing divides up the tracks per artist. It seems this is a mix of noise/industrial and cybergrind type stuff.

The first 6 tracks go to a project called Jesus of Nazareth of which I am unfamiliar. He bookends his portion with two short ambient style tracks which I dig, but the rest is chaotic lo-fi noise with a drum machine buried in there somewhere. Next, Illusion of Safety comes in with a longer track featuring his token mix of electroacoustic elements and he delivers as usual, this time with almost a Muslimgauze influenced tribal beat in the center. Next up Astronoise (which I assume has a relation to Astro?) butts in with 6 minutes of heavy harsh cut-up noise culling some amazing Japanoise spirits.

Mourmansk 150, Final Exit, and Inhalant drive the nail into the coffin in the last 3 tracks. Mourmansk 150 delivering an intense wall of hate with buried distorted dual vocals. Final Exit throws in a weird floating ambience to their noise assault while Inhalant slowly bleeds us with what is the best track here, a harrowing slab of blackened ambience full of moderately distorted scratching sounds and bass rumbles which will lead the little kiddies into a troubled sleep.

Worth mentioning is the crazy and weird art on this thing. It features photos of various political and military figures in crazy collages with an enormous fold-out poster that has tons of different elements all mixed to form 2 wicked designs. Some wacky and weird shit.