Club Moral (Belgium)  600 

MANY ARE CALLED BUT FEW GET UP

Four tracks on a fine vinyl by Con-Dom & The Grey Wolves, recorded and mixed in 1998 and 2002. If this fat black vinyl would fall from grace, we would take no pity. But, like the perpetrators, we are on the outside.
This is an excellent quadruple of noise by some of the pioneers who have been going for many years. They prove to be ingenious in their breeding of noise keeping a fast and steady track with hastening standards of nowadays sound production. This makes your ears burning with the sound of flies crawling through shit.
Hear them!
(Power and Steel via Loki)

E X T R A C T I O N

This basic sound material was recorded in Leif Elggren's biological mother's uterus with his not yet developed teeth used as a fundamental and simple recording device a few days before his birth. This sound material was kept recorded and hidden until recently inside one of his wisdom teeth, but has now been brought to daylight and exposure.
Leif Elggren is one of the most innovative composers of this day. His work is based on pure simplicity in 'orchestration' and concept but brings forth the most violent and deep scorching audio work ever produced.
When you heard Leif Elggren everything will be totally changed.
(Available from Firework Edition Records)

Privatvergnügen

The Bastards Of Love present us with a titillating collection of covers. Love must be the answer to grind down classics like 'I Believe', 'Der Digitaltanz', 'All Hell Breaks Loose', 'All Day', 'Over And Over', and Club Moral's very own 'Nazis Of The Night' subtle as fuck from cunt to cock. The Bastards Of Love set insane minimal machinepunk to new standards.
(Vinyl edition of 150, available nowhere hahah)

Shake Hands with a Clenched Fist

Belgium's mash-up nozem Sickboy punches you right in the face with this 10 track vinyl. At some points it hits you like a black hot pancake all over your face and makes you stop breathing while donna summer and freddie mercury are romping in the crotch of your tight trousers and electric eels are crawling up your sleeves to party in your armpits.
Dance this mess around with what's left from your fist up in the air cause Sickboy rrrrealllly makes you sick!
(Available from Mirex Records)