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The nigga Lia reminded me of the exquisiteness of these Japanese Suomi posers' debut EP. Now, they're not stylistically bulletproof, there's just as much generic "Crasher" influence as Rice-ta-tittys piss-takes (and they laughably repurpose the language from other band's album titles), but the production and passion on this 7" is exceptional even within a scene that is already worshipped for its uncanny sonic nerdery. You won't see God with them, but you WILL see Jesus...reverb overdose and all!
Exit 13 loved their sewer-pitched, Ken Owen style blurrgrind...but also loved cheating on the genre with morbid forms of "jazz" overlays and '70s rock power-groove. The band enhanced this sound with MIDI technology, a gimmick that gained them immediate global attention (it was a fairly new technology at the time, and uniquely employed considering the style of music it was being fused to, so everybody fixated on that aspect first...even me). The rabidly ecological lyrics are intelligently rendered, but with the megatons of pot the band broadcasted smoking, I think they were mostly about the jams before the message. Weird, legendary, poorly recorded, GO FOR IT...
Raw human tribalized alt-industrial from the Bay Area. Cleanly produced, with bullhorn vocals, jungle beats percussed by white humans, occasional guitars, sludgier pained experimentation ("Queer Boy Behind An Iron Gate" is my fave track you fuckin' homophobes), eerie vignettes, probably lots of mushrooms and LSD too. This release wears it's era gleamingly on it's sleeveless shirt, but by Bush Sr's Illuminati cape has it aged well. Modern primitives, RE/Search magazine, and Bob Dobbs...VIVA GENERACION X!!!
19 minute 7" and studio demo of thrashy white trash grindcore similar to O.L.D. or Macabre's earliest output (and a special type of obscurity that'll convince you Giulio The Bastard has them on his brag list of die-hard discographies...which they aren't...yet). Professionally tight, and decently produced, but it'll be easy to hear how high school the note choices are. If I'm being extra pithy in this review it's only because the band is so easily (stupidly) satisfying.
The nigga Mahler continues to get no respect with his very kind shares, so here I am doing what's RIGHT! Top crusher of...noise rock? Godflesh archetype? Accidental Scorn? Slab! predated those groups, but it's no secret that Broadrick and Harris were fans of the band (Mick taped their 12"s for homies even in Napalm days). Organically groovy and methodically paced with no drum machines, zony Gira-ish vocals, and nearly grindcore-distorted bass (that dominates the songs, let alone the overall mix) take you to drug places minus the drugs. I'm not sure that this sound in general...which usually got relegated to the "industrial" bins...was really a part of ANY scene, but that only increases my own admiration and fervent curiosity! Taped off the radio by Mahler, remastered decades later by him, with Peel's one-man-greek-chorus left mostly intact. Fave track: Killer For A Country