Tuesday, 13 December 2011

My Nerves Are Shot

Taking their name straight from the classic 1987 Lip Cream mini-LP, Cleveland's worshippers of Japanese HC chaos 9 Shocks Terror were a considerable force to be reckoned with back in their day for sure - able to bash dem bonces whether they were live or in the studio..  Arising from the smouldering ashes of the H100'S, apparently with the sole intention of revitalising a recumbent scene with the sheer force of their frenetic fervour - by jamming up a fearsome firestorm of recondite rage..  Here's one of 9ST's final releases, a fitting testament to their previously established potency (only Tony and Steve remained from the original line-up unfortunately) - a self titled EP from '03 on Even Worse Records.  Augmenting their incendiary hardcore assault at this point with some semi-melodic discordance and the occasional Sabbathian 70's rock-style rifftastic breakdown..  Lyrically we get more disconsolate denunciations and angst-ridden observations of early 21st century ennui.  At times it does sound like they were struggling to recapture the energy they so effortlessly enunciated on their earlier LP's, but never for long..  When the ignition sparked the old musical machine into life there was more than enough of the old magic still there in the tank.. 

Tuesday, 6 December 2011


Extinction Of Mankind's second scabrous slab of vinyl now - 'Weakness' released in 1994 on Skuld..  Coming a year after their initial demo-tape and split EP with Swedish scumfuckers Warcollapse but before the fulminating feculence of their debut LP, 'Baptised In Shit' from '95..  Still with original axe-masher Mass at this point and his trademark Antisect meets Celtic Frost guitar tone is firmly in place, bouncing back and forth against Ste's belligerent bark.  Commencing, concluding and interspersed throughout with some dark and eerily evocative horror-soundtrack-esque synth-ambience..  In between kicking out the corrosively crude, crushing crust-jams of course!  A grimly glorious musical combination of those two apocalyptic riff-titans (Anti-Frost?) sets the pace here, occasionally speeding things up into a fast d-beat thrash just in case your attention wanders..  There's a faint but disappointingly discernible lack of low-end presence in the mix this time around but the non-beefiness of the bass just ends up enhancing the acrid mid-80's-ness of the compositions as a whole rather than detracting from the polluted atmosphere in general..  So there you go, rough as fuck but so what?  It's a killer quartet of shit-kickin', cider-swillin', smoke-breathin' catastrophe crust! 

Neu Smell

We've had the second Epileptics EP posted here a while ago..  As I mentioned, they became increasingly mixed up with the Crass Mob around this time and under that Anarcho influence subsequently mutated into Flux Of Pink Indians..  So to help gauge the gangs overall progression, here's their first seven inch, 'Neu Smell' from 1981 released on Crass Records.  'Tube Disaster' from their earlier Epileptic episode makes a re-appearance here with a substantial make-over, all spruced up and sandwiched between two spoken word / sound collage pieces..  Taking full advantage of their all-new twin guitar attack Flux chop the rhythm out into staccato stabs over the now nimble-fingered bass-lines. The two tracks on the second side proceed in a similar and (nowadays) stereotypically Anarcho stylee..  Monochromatic rants of militant snot spewed over a teetering yet tautly stretched rhythm section and spindly, slashing guitars persistently punctuating the whole tirade..  You could stay stocked up on sneers for years with this 'un!

In These Black Days

'In These Black Days' was a series of split seven inch EP's released by Hydra Head Records during the late nineties and early 00's..  The overarching concept was for the contributing bands to channel some Black Sabbath covers with varying degrees of success..  For your consideration today here's volume 6 - featuring tribal crusty atmospherics from Oakland heavyweights Neurosis and New Orleans' multifaceted Southern rockin' metalheads Soilent Green.  Neurosis' burnt out offering was a trudge through 'Children Of The Grave', slowing the pace considerably and upping the epic, doomsday vibes of the original..  Soilent Green on the flip chose instead to give us a groovy Sabbathian mash-up consisting of 'Lord Of This World', 'The Sign Of The Southern Cross' and 'Disturbing The Priest', roping in Kirk from Crowbar for a few back-up hollers..  So, what you get is a succinct little tribute to the original monolithic Masters Of Reality themselves..

So Often They Fall Into The Same Illusion

Yes, yet another Hard To Swallow EP!  This 'un's the split with Canvas featuring Pete from Narcosis on second vocals from 1999 and was their final release before splitting..  Canvas were from Leeds and had a distinct disdain for traditional hardcore structures similar to HTS..  Like an even sketchier schizo Deadguy but more willing and able to dip into a (mainly) metallic bag of extreme musical influences..  There's plenty of explicit death, black and doom metal references in amongst the disjointed dollops of essential hardcore discordancy, power electronic wibbles and dredged-from-the-ditch riff-dirges..  Hard To Swallow begin their barrage with a customarily satanic sample, before stomping on the accelerator to establish an increasingly manic cruising speed..  They also seemed to be dipping their dirty toes into a stagnant pool of concentrated metalacious mucal expectorations with varying degrees of delight..  But everything's delivered with their trademark sense of disconnected gusto and with a slightly crisper production than usual..  Go on, get it down yer gullet!

Monday, 5 December 2011

Robotic Lunch

Back in the late nineties during some downtime between the collapse of Kyuss and the start-up of Queens Of The Stone Age, Josh Homme began gathering an assortment of like-minded herbal enthusiasts for some loose and low-key jam sessions..  Man's Ruin Records was booming at the time and began issuing the aforementioned jams on vinyl and cd for further consideration..  Here's the first two head-nodding volumes of the Desert Sessions.  Featuring musicians moonlighting from bands like: Goatsnake, Fu Manchu, Soundgarden and Fatso Jetson..  The instrumental tracks are contemplative and dreamy yet conversely still driving and full of restless energy at the same time..  Pulsing basslines, shivery slide guitars, quietly noodling keys and hypnotic drums set the placid pace only occasionally wandering off into some mild wonkiness of a more rocktastic nature..  Conjuring a mood that's akin to driving across a moonlit desert highway with a head full of green magic and a gallon of super-strength coffee burnin' in yer guts..  While the vocal tracks continue in a similarly sharp-edged yet woozy fashion..  Yet another one to keep you grinning vacantly for a little while!

Friday, 2 December 2011

Busse Woods

Acid King's final release on Man's Ruin, 'Busse Woods' came out in 1999 and was perhaps a bit overlooked in the glut of 'stoner rock' bands and releases swamping the scene at the time..  That's my theory anyway, coz it sure beats the shit out of me why Acid King in general and Lori S in particular aren't worshipped harder than they are..  Tenaciously sticking to their smoke-drenched, satanic master-plan involving slow-motion hypnosis of willing subjects for nearly 20 years now..  This was another album full of catchy, trance inducing riffage that still managed to weigh an absolute fucking ton..  'What happened to the perfect plan....in the Electric Machine?' she bemoans on the first track..  And it always reminds me of those past moments while navigating the lysergic storm, when I'd get distracted from seemingly revelatory transportive thoughts by the all-consuming awareness that my head was actually dissolving itself from the inside out into its component atoms and the rest of my body was in fact simply curled up next to the threadbare couch gurgling, chortling and drooling on itself..  Ahh, good times!

Drive Fast, Take Chances

Thursday, 1 December 2011


Another quick 'un just for the skronk-gonks out there then..  Here's Deadguy's last gasp from 1996..  Fluctuating time-signatures thumping in and out of discordantly lurching riff-structures.  Burying some janglingly atonal almost jazzy flourishes under their jagged patterns and blunted rhythms..  Like being randomly punched and headbutted viciously while someone simultaneously tickles your feet and titters maniacally in the background..  Unsettling, in a word.  Uneasy atmospheres arise amid a general feeling of wrong-headedness..  Basically they were appropriating the most disorientating sonics from noise-rock and incorporating them into their off-kilter hardcore fury.  You may or may not be able to discern the influence these guys had on future tech-core whizzkids like Dillinger Escape Plan, Converge and Coalesce..  Recorded and produced by Steve Austin, this bears some similarities to his Today Is The Day output of the same period.  Just for an extra nice noise-rockin' extra, the EP also finishes ya off with a bonus untitled dirge..

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Blast Test

How about a quick salvo of high-speed skronkiness?  This was eagerly anticipated as a potentially face-twitching collaboration for grind geeks back in 2000..  Brutal bass buffoonery from Chris Dodge (Spazz, Stikky, Slap A Ham) and paralysing percussive postulations by Dave Witte (Human Remains, Discordance Axis, Melt Banana, Black Army Jacket, Burnt By The Sun etc etc)..  They may have recorded their mutual contributions on separate coasts but it still sounds like the product of some seriously time-consuming rehearsals..  Stylistically this is all over the freakin' place (although still squarely in the whacked out/wacky grind zone), invading your personal space like a groping schizophrenic with attention deficit disorder..  Clean jazzy chords run over and into atonal blasts, honking sax, wacky scratchin', tough guy hardcore roars and nothing lasts longer than a minute!  Chris was aided and abetted on vox by Gary from Noothgrush and his wife Lydia, in fact this resembles a more Spazz-ticated version of their side project Ancient Chinese Secret..  Yoinks!

Sunday, 27 November 2011

On The Lam

'On The Lam' was Cavity's final full length offering from 2001..  Following on from 'Supercollider' it saw the Miamian masters of swamp-exhumed mammoth-sized sludge riffs and mournfully bloodshot boogie bringing it all back down home from their earlier cosmically inclined contemplations..  If escaping into outer space no longer seemed like an option for the band, all signs seemingly point to them carefully considering doing a moonlight flit at some point along the road as a viable earthly alternative..  Hence their thoroughness in discarding any extraneous sonic baggage, having surmised that only the most essential components of their sound were fit for purpose..  Retaining their predilection for free-flowing feedback and a fondness for gradual progression through seemingly ponderous yet strangely hypnotic repetition.  Dynamically speaking they knew all about ebbing & flowing effectively and building & releasing reflectively..  So the album is well paced with uptempo headswinging stompers in between the slower, drawn out tracks.  Perhaps inevitably, not long after this 'un they quietly slipped off somewhere, disappearing into the long, dark night of no return..

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Who Do You Wait For?

Let's keep these split seven inchers comin' in spurts for a little while longer..  Here's the split EP between our previously posted pals in Fuck On The Beach from Japan and Germany's gung-ho grind-lovin' groupies Flachenbrand, who feature at least one (swollen?) member from Yacopsae..  Released with a groan and a significant reduction in tension by Regurgitated Semen Records in 1999.  FOTB present us with six stabs of their patented formula of fast hardcore hang ups with their priapic powerviolent preoccupations and vinegar stroke-esque vocalisations.  Flachenbrand on the other hand give us seven heavy sacks of hardcore, mixing up everything from crust/anarcho to rockin' punk with mind-mushing maniacal blastcore on their side.  They even find time for a sweet L'arm cover in amongst the hand-shandy speed, instrument-stroking shenanigans..  That's it now, I've emptied my bag of double entendres..  Stop groaning etc..

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Totally Fucking Dead

Released on Revenge Productions outta Germany back in '98, the Exhumed / Nyctophobic split can be viewed as yet another handy signpost pointing out where grind was headed in the late '90's..  Exhumed should blast you out of your slumber first of all, with their sharpened scalpels gleaming in the gloom..  Ready to eviscerate your earholes..  Mixing their obvious worship of early Carcass styled grindgore with an incessantly hyperblasting thrash fixation that threatens to dissect yer duodenum!  Nyctophobic take a noticeably different yet equally appealing approach to the sweet grindjams on their side of the disc..  Utilising a casual deployment of their abilities, they launch an attack with power, precision and jarring discordance.  Producing a combination of cold, dissonant almost mechanical sounding riffage, that can conversely swing with a fat groove whenever they want it to and of course having the requisite battery-acid gargling lunatic on vocals always helps too..  A quick and handy lesson in harshness for ya..

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Mind Seduction Aftermath

Ahoy!  Absurdist brutality abounds on this 'un..  The booted version of 1993's split EP between Discordance Axis and Cosmic Hurse..  Both bands resolutely sticking to the aesthetically filthy foundations laid down by their frenetically grinding forefathers with sheer bloody-minded tenacity..  The Axis of Discordance hit us up first with gleefully gonzoid grinding chromatic barbarism..  Spilling out a series of sub-single-minute condensed epics of tornado-esque dynamics.. Meanwhile, on the flipside The Hurse come across like whirlwind destruction blurrcore nutters with a death metal drummer and a grudge against coherency..  I know the feeling!  I suppose you could say with some plausibility that DA was reppin' the 'serious' side of grind and CH were ploughing the 'silly' furrow (you could also substitute: 'po-faced' vs. 'light-hearted' or 'no fun' vs. 'fun' or even 'Napalm Death' vs. 'Sore Throat' whichever you prefer!)..  Both approaches were equally valid in intent and effective in execution on this occasion..  So, that would be where your own personal taste creeps in I suppose!

Monday, 24 October 2011


Again with the High Rise? Oh yes!  Here they come, ready to wield once more their freshly whetted psychedelic scythe..  Poised to slice the top off your skull with or without the slightest provocation..  An interesting take on their ususal 'suck you into a wormhole via a portal disguised as a jet engine' approach.  This time around they incorporated more experimentation and variety into their attack.  Possibly Nanjo was reasserting his case to be the motorpsycho puppetmaster?  After all Narita had yanked all the strings (conceptually as well as literally) on the last couple records..  So that idiosyncratic compulsion manifests itself in a way that's similar to his Musica Transonic group, with a more pronouncedly free form jazzy edge to some of the tracks.  The drums and guitar seeming to particularly relish the opportunity to compulsively lick their jazzchops..  But there's also a couple of fiercely short, beyond propulsive psyched-out shredders ('Git' & 'Mind Bending') that'll mow ya down and/or jerk you out of yer habitual stupor in the blinking of a crimson orb of crystal!  More than a decade and half into their journey as High Rise, 1998's 'Desperado' (released on PSF Records) proved that the old dogs can still show the young 'uns how it's supposed to be done..

Saturday, 22 October 2011

Hordes To Abolish The Divine

By the time Cattlepress freed their only full-length from captivity in The Year 2000, they resembled a rather bemused and thoroughly bewildered beast..  I mean just take a look at the band pic: for example the guitarist is kickin' it in some Korn-esque baggies (looks like jarg 2-stripe though!), while the bassist seems to be pumping out  the ol' 'Supreme Master Of Evil Metal ART' vibearoonies..  The singer has the whole 'alone and screaming in a darkened room' thing going for him, while the drummer, well..  He's just playing the drums dude, so fuck you, ya cynic..  But yes, this increasingly incongruous blend of individuals sound like they were on the verge of reaching their mutual musical departure points..  Consequently they can't always make up their minds just exactly how they should be decapitating dem dunces..  Still the resulting amalgam of underground stylings has plenty going for it..  They're still rolling blunts of brutality out of sludge, death, hardcore and noise rock and also remain sufficiently capable of unleashing the odd unstoppable steamroller of a riff..  Damn you clean production!  You sterilising son of a bitch!  Why?!  This would definitely crush even harder, if only they'd have seen fit to leave a little lingering stink in, just to sully the mix ever so slightly.. Fuck it, I'm sure you could supply your own at a push..

Friday, 14 October 2011

Certain Death

Here we have some super-doper I-am-the-speediest-speedfreak-speedier-than-thou non-stop thrashing metal of certain death!  This is the first Sadus album 'Illusions' from '88, but more specifically this is the re-issued version from '91, 'Chemical Exposure' on Roadracer..  In between hoovering up finely chopped lines and chongin' dem fatties this cranked up quartet were rapidly discharging flying balls of solid steel at disembowelling speed upon an unsuspecting crowd of dirtbags..  Incorporating an ever-so-casual technicality into their high-octane delivery, an overwhelming integration of fancy-pants phrasing within a barrage of throat-slitting thrash riffs..  Watch out for them bass solo's!   Keeping things traditional topically (metallic matters only!) they've got songs about killing posers, zombie holocausts, symptoms of drug-abused brain damage and their own murderous musical prowess.  Nine noxious tracks of unrelenting rage and a toxic waste inspired outro to round off the pernicious proceedings.. 

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

You'll Be A Movie Star

Some burly hardcore brutality from '98 by Arkansas' Burned Up Bled Dry..  Bursting breathlessly into the room with their second (and final) seven incher, 'Cloned Slaves For Slaves' released by relatively renowned scene stalwarts Slap A Ham Records..  Sonically speaking these guys had a fair amount in common with His Hero Is Gone..  Fragmented blasts of breakneck careening hardcore crashing onto the rocks with an epic flourish.  Crushing grooves dissolving into unsettling discordancy then rapidly resolving themselves in a race to the finish line..  Never quite commiting to a single tempo long enough for you precisely predict their intentions..  Flinging their influences into the group garbage compacter without remorse and disgorging neat cubes of compressed filth and stifled aspiration..  Tidy! 

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Out Of Their Skulls

Well, I dunno..  Sometimes ya just want to forget all about these meaningless shitty subdivisions of increasingly vapid sounding subgenres and simply rock the fuck out like the natural born scumfuckers we always knew we were..   Well maybe not, but anyways..  Breathe easily for a little while longer, fellow foolhardy travellers!  I can assure you this 'un is a straightforward slab o' booze 'n' bodily fluid saturated ROCK & ROLL..  Just the way we (should) like it!  Eternally oozing that ol' dynamic bluesy swagger over an irresistably high-tempo boogie shufflin' backbeat..  For a short while back there, these wild boys were really in charge of their shit..  Yes sir/ma'am!  This is the first album by the reformed and re-energised Pirates from '77, 'Out Of Their Skulls'.   It found the band pared down to a pulsating chubby of a power trio..  Pressganged into recording asap, on side one they're sweatin' bullets live and on t'other they're shittin' it out in the studio, without a single fuck being given at any one time..  Mick Green's Telecaster spits out a staccato stream of solid gold quicksilver, sometimes simultaneously unleashing both rhythm and lead shards of R 'n' R supremacy (no overdubs!)..  While you'd seriously struggle to slide a sheet of paper between the seemingly superglued drum 'n' bass duo of Frankie 'n' Johnny..  All of a sudden finding themselves both in demand and venerated by the upstart pub and punk rock scenes, they proceeded to loot the live scene for all it was worth..  Shit, even Lemmy himself was slyly eyeing a slice of the Piratical pie, later recruiting Mick for his 1990 Upsetters project..  C'mon, if you don't at least twitch an eyelid or two to this, then in all honesty you may already be dead from the cerebellum down..

Tuesday, 4 October 2011


Old Man Gloom were an interestingly genre straddling combo who just happened to come into a fair bit of acclaim back in the heady days of 2001.  Something to do with the manifold mutual masturbation sessions accompanying Aaron Turner's other band Isis' every move no doubt..  Anyway!  What we have here is 'Seminar III : Zozobra' released by Tortuga Records, which was meant to be a closing statement of inscrutability to formally conclude their 'Seminar II : The Holy Rites Of Primitivism Regressionism' full length..  I thought the LP was a bit lacklustre to be honest - gibbering waffle that wasted people's time and failed to make a valid point of any kind?  Why does that sound familiar?  Ahem, moving on as quickly as possible..  This was a single epic 27min track that ebbed and flowed with a cyclic feel that conveyed the brittle transience and 'night follows day' inevitability of existence with a cinematic sweep as evocative as the awe inspiring desert landscape / rock formation images that accompanied the disc.  Post rock hipster minimalism brought to bear on the burgeoning batch of 'droning stoner' scenes and woven around a simian subtext with surprisingly effective results!

Wall Of Death The System!

'Wall Of Death The System' was the first full length from Philadelphia's acronym adoring upstarts: R.A.M.B.O..  This time around it stands for: Rage Anarchy Mosh Bike Overthrow!  Y'know..  Just so you can quickly assess where they're comin' from like..  Subtlety not being their strong point exactly..  Let loose initially by the steadfast folks at 625 Thrashcore back in 2001, this is the European press co-issued by Assault Records out of Germany in '03.  These guys were a welcome tonic to the po-faced systemic scene orthodoxies of the day..  Bustin' lips as well as blowin' minds with their uniquely militant anarcho-mosh-vegan-posi-core approach..  Remarkably enough on record they came across as far less preachy and in your face than many other avowedly 'apolitical' acts..  You get the feeling as long as you moshed your arse off with a smile on your face and picked up yer sweat-drenched moshpals whenever they stumbled..  Interpreting whatever the band's 'message' was would always be an incidental bonus to these guys.  It's almost like just having fun together is the most important thing..  Who'd a thunk it?

Road To Ruin

A double disc released in 2004 on Leafhound Records, the 'Early Works Collection' helpfully compiled all of that hard to find shit from Japan's best (and only!) serial killer obsessed worshippers of doomstoned dementia: Church Of Misery!  Spanning the smoke-shrouded years of 1996-98, you're gonna get dosed by the swinging tracks of morbid psychedelic supergroove from their splits with Iron Monkey and Sheavy..  The lysergically laced murderpunch that was the 'Taste The Pain' EP should give you a serious case of acid burns on ya tongue..  The Church also blessed us with a whole buncha amped up covers of classic doom and heavy-psych/prog from way back when they were still honing their chops (Saint Vitus, Trouble, Iron Butterfly, Black Widow and Death SS)..  Rounding it all off with a characteristically murderous unreleased paen to old school shooting-spree killer Howard Unruh.  Shit!  Listening back to the rip, there's a coupla minor skips on the first disc (on tracks 6 & 7) shouldn't be enough to detract from yer listening displeasure..  Uh oh.  Don't hold it against me or anything..

The Only Good Punk... Is A Dead One!

Once more we have another underappreciated little number for your earholes to abhor..  The Electro Hippies gestated this aural oddity, breached the threshold of no return and with one last big push finally fired out a full length LP..  Before the kicking and screaming just got to be too much, resulting in their prolapse and splitting up in 1988..  And what a peculiarly synchronous hybrid of a musical mutant it was..  These guys weren't about to let their occasional lapses in musicianship spoil the noise filled funfest..  Fermenting a hearty brew from crust, hardcore, anarcho punk, death metal and grindcore  Some tracks have slow, knuckle dragging Amebix-esque riffing occasionally stumbling into neanderthalic blast sections..  While other tracks are like fast hardcore with an impassioned anarcho style vocal delivery.  If I had to compose a headline it would probably say: Have-a-go Hippy Heroes Happily Hammer Home The Horror!  Or something..

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Tales Of Terror

So..  What's happening ghostface?  You're looking a bit pale today..  Iron deficiency kicking in?  You'd better crank this.  Close your eyes head / fistbang hard and listen closely to Hallows Eve's debut LP from '85 repeatedly..  Mentally quaff from the trough of molten metal goodness..  I can't offer a more effective prescription than that right now.  These guys were an early embodiment of idiot-savant speed metal craziness..  They knew how to balance their influences on the edge of a blade and annihilate their instruments with aplomb..  It's certainly an intriguing combination of strands that they drew together..  'Plunging to Megadeath' opens the steel-laden show, kicking things off by reaching an almost Dark Angel-esque ('Darkness Descends' era) intensity..  The rest of the tracks relentlessly and feverishly pursue HE's combination of exultant speed metal meets early punk inflected NWOBHM..  It's all over in 27 minutes or so and they've got a guitarist called 'Skellator'..  Sold!

Saturday, 24 September 2011


Re-emerging reluctantly from yet another of their sporadic periods of contemplative torpor in 2004, Rudimentary Peni sounded particularly invigorated this time around on the 'Archaic' EP.  Finding themselves arriving at a point where every conceivable part of their sound had been stripped back to its bare boned constituent parts.  Each track has a few lines of lyrics at most and rest assured there's not many sunbeams to pierce the unrelenting gloom, apart from maybe a few sardonic lines in 'X N.H.S.'..  The music is so remorseless in its simplicity that it resolves itself as swiftly as it can and each track says all that needs to be said in a minute and a half or less.  Distinctly mid-paced throughout but genuinely impressive stuff all round..  Especially when you consider their longevity and particularly single-minded determination to cling to their personal vision of absolute artistic freedom within a strictly defined and constantly refined set of musical aesthetics..

Friday, 23 September 2011

Defiance Of Power

Now then, here's some more of that good ol' UKHC in full effect!  It's Ripcord's first (mini?) LP on Manic Ears Records, 'Defiance Of Power' which stormed off the starting line with lung-bursting alacrity back in '87.  They were attempting to compete for your attention by blazing up some fast-as-they-could hardcore festooned with generous helpings of gloriously cack-handed metallic chug-dung..  Coming on strong, like Heresy's cider lovin' cousins from the glorious South (coast) and in the end destined to follow a strangely similar trajectory in terms of style and subsequent implosion.  Of course Baz went on to simultaneously flay the frets for Heresy not too long after this was released, reinforcing the mutual respect between the two groups.  Both bands would tidy up their respective acts, opting for more of a clean-cut USHC informed style of high velocity noise worship to varying degrees of success..  But hey, this one's still nice and dirty!