Ok! So I got to save a few lightning bolts here – archives like archeological dig-charts. In the desire to cover more material, I am constricting to bunched posts with less magnification in addition to the usual abundantly-analytical warble. Here is the first of such flounders –

ATTENTION! Piss-poor conversion quality on the cassette excerpts! The tapes themselves sound far superior to these mp3 extractions, so bare that in membrane. Yet another problem to stack on the mound – my tape deck is in trouble, & one of my speakers is shot, transmitting about 80% of the phonics (so listening back sounds even worse on my end) …. kazuhin kaizoku ichizoku! – rogue is rogue & mendicant is my megrim. No smooth-sailing in the raging-surf of self-sufficiency & exigency for lone lunatic death-pledge ..with the gnashing of maws & the twanging of spines at every flank, I do what I do no matter the detractions. Jam as a loose reference, chase down the originals, be inquisitive & acquiring.

All Obedient Beasts Worship-s/t cassette.

The free-baser’s choice. Oh intrigue! Intrigue! Here’s six tracks from a London crew, fly-tipping Industrial Noise drear with lumps of pitched-down percussive slab & assorted field recordings wi’ digital tampering. Fogged-over, drugged-out, inebriated lurch with glowering atmospherics & oppressive urban ambience. Godflesh would be the obviously invoked analogy, but as they have the most visible monopoly on a terrain that many a wanderer staggers in/towards anyway, its not necessarily an influence here. IDM, Industrial, software & desk based noise/modulation along with altered moods/fragments of Doom-Sludge-Grind coughed-up over digital turbidity. Nice! (Choother Tapes/Tapes Of Wrath)

Inhalant-scapela cassette:

You should be on gleaming acquaintances with marginally represented & somewhat nebulous Inhalant from Texas, a character-driven dirt-mottled Death Industrial, harsh noise, extreme electronics practitioner from the early 00’s that set himself apart with various stamps of quality & brilliance. Small batches of mostly self-published/issued cassettes of ragged, unkempt & lo-fi harsh noise & superb Dark Ambient rolled out of triage – “Scapela” is but one of such (from 2006) consisting of one short take with a variation on the flip. Its quite a straight-forward performance of harsh percolating noise, stripped & minimal, but with minor fluctuations & limited alteration. Less atmospheric & premeditated than regular Inhalant capers, its still got a dash of something special with the typically associated connoisseur shredded & dirty sty-fi scuzz. (Propulsive audio)

Malad/Facial Purulence split cassette:

One of the best efforts from deliciously queasy junk-spunk Ukrainian noisecore label Rotova Porojnina Records. Malad – with its midriff beneath the sewage, barely legible for review as its almost in Shitnoise territory, half-conscious, drunk caveman blurt, smash, grab & trip over your own laces rubbish spew blast bilge. But man! listen to those reverb pumped lout-lobbings. Heavily decomposing bass odour & meat-dummy tatatatatatatatatatata blast drums. Hilarious! Heartwarming! Hunchback for a hangover! Facial Purulence – dunno’ where this lot are from? But this is impressive, distorted & noisy blasting crude dirty Grindnoise with bass & drums. Great & enjoyable Cosh-core dinosaur drumming & really yummy dirt-in-the-tubes abrasive-bass that fizzed & froths sparks. it’s a messy racket & the blasting is hard & frequent. Drizzled generously with 90’s style gore-choke – infected mouth, saprogenic throat vocals. A joy! Nice design/imagery, recycled tape but nice sticker attached to both sides.

Nuclear War Cock-s/t cassette:

Another nut-fuck from Texas. This time its junk-janitor supreme Tommy McCay from full-cream festive wonder Miracle Power Combination, giving us more appallingly-welded stolen, scavenged & scraped harsh-trash-tat. Its on the ‘Waste Of Plastic” series by hyper out-of-focus label The Terrorists Win! .. so expect a single micro 30 second offering of “untitled” tracks (one per side) along the collapsed wreck of harsh attack, scream, MPC distortion garbage disfigurement.

Urine Gagarin-the withered terminus of evolution cdr:

Heavens! Well worth some excitement. Its 2013 & a trio of trumpet, drums & noise are expelling full-frontal improvised spastication at length. No Merzbow to be seen thank you very fucking much! – Noise comes courtesy o’ that old devil Lea Cummings/Kylie Minoise with his cohorts Stuart Arnot & Laurie Pitt dumping drums & trumpet. Uproarious, ferociously raw, skin-stripping, harsh jumbled mordancy from three separate live performances. A disassembled & decomposing dogs-dinner of caterwaul managing to mangle cacophonic psychedelic factors into the pile-up. I think Lea does some guitar work at some stage as well…. A right rumpus of badly traumatized body-parts & emptied abdomens. Drummer does a good job of contending core Free Jazz themes with blastbeat bray bashed together at skewed angles. The trax differ in style, instrumentation & sound. Cummings label Kovorox processed the CDR, which was bestowed with intensive-care-worthy art-fuckery & design. It’s a classic clear jewel-case with a yellow & green stencil spray-paint job plus a xerox pullout montage. Fabulous! & actually one of the best Noise-Jazz expeditions that I have heard so far, with the verve, imagination, scope, rawness & necessary extremity. (Kovorox Sound)

Join us next time for another undisclosed eructation of – gewgaw in tha gumshoe!!

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