Just found this odd blackened noise/punk outfit from New Zealand on some scumfuck message board somewhere, and had to pick this disc up immediately after hearing a couple samples of their mutant skree online. This trio gloms together your basic three-chord punk attack with a brutal fog of noise and black metal influenced riffs in a way that doesn't sound quite like anything else. This collects both of their ultra limited lathe cut releases on a single disc, packaged in a standard jewel case with a minimalist presentation sans cover.
It kicks off with a harsh noise intro that you could easily mistake for something out of Japan, but then it lurches into a fifteen-song onslaught of ultra-noisy necro-punk, short two minute blasts of damaged sloppy hardcore like "Purification / Putrefaction" and "Dead Water" glazed over with a thick coating of static and distortion, the music shifting between fast primitive thrash and slower, off-kilter noise rock dirges. These songs often nearly disappear completely into the wormholes of black static that open up amid the cranked-out punk riffs and hysterical screams, often mutating into something way more blown-out and caustic than even the likes of Bone Awl or Malveillance. Then on some of the slower tracks like "Enslavement In Futile" and "The Last Hour", the band morphs into a bizarre lurching beast that sounds like some totally fucked mash up between Unsane and Merzbow and a whole bank of effects pedals stolen from Hawkwind. There's a cover of Roky Erickson's "I walked With A Zombie" that speeds by at hardcore velocity, and there's also a couple of equally out-there covers of the Japanese anime-pop band Hokago Teatime (which is transformed here into a crazed blown-amp assault of blackened pop) and Depeche Mode's "Blasphemous Rumours" that gets melted down into a swarming cloud of drugged-up industrial skree and brain-damaged mumble.
This shit is completely and utterly wrecked, a howling mess of extreme noise and hook-laden filthpunk, space rock effects beamed into violent black metal-influenced hardcore jams, and totally unexpected strains of jangly pop emerging among otherwise skull-shredding waves of aural abuse. And the last song "Finale" caps it all off with one of my fave tracks on the disc, a blurred blown-out dirge wrapped up in an almost-pretty melody that sort of sounds like an old My Bloody Valentine hook buried in the tape hiss from an old low-fi black metal demo...
Recommended to fans of Dom Fernow's blackened noise rock project Vegas Martyrs, the bizarro black-noise-punk of the Legion Blotan label, and the fucked-up sounds of Brobdingagian. Released in a limited edition of two hundred copies.