It took me long enough, but we've finally managed to get the entire available catalog of Borbetomagus releases on Agaric Records catalog in stock at the 'Blast. And for anyone looking for thee most brutal free jazz band on the planet, look no further: Borbetomagus, a Celtic word for "City Of Worms", three men locking saxophones and guitar noise together into a blast of monstrous improvised skree that takes the feeling behind the aggressive free playing of Ayler and Brotzmann and amplifies it into total fucking napalm. The core trio of sax players Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich and electric guitarist Donald Miller have been consistently bulldozing eardrums with their incendiary "snuff jazz" since the late 70's, and no one in the avant jazz/improv underground has ever come close to achieving the sheer cyclonic power of Borbetomagus. A host of their recording have been reissued recently, many with liner notes, and we've snagged everything that we could

from the guys so there's absolutely no excuse for any of you into brutal noise and improv to not fill out your Borbeto collection.

1983's Barbed Wire Maggots might have the most wicked album title off any "jazz" slab ever. It certainly conjures up the gnarly images that Borbetomagus' brutal skronk attack invokes. Their fourth album, Maggots has the trio further exploring their abrasive improv; Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich use their saxophones to emit a terrifying litany of screeches and screams, reedy whispers and labored breathing, while guitarist Donald Miller inverts his axe and pours forth grating distorted amp sludge and skree. Two side-long tracks of crushing improvised noise and "snuff jazz", recorded in '82 at In-Roads in New York City. Not even close to an easy listen, this is some of the most abrasive, bonescraping free jazz ever recorded, and when the group really reach the heights of ecstatic blast, it feels like you're hearing the very hinges of the universe turning on rusted metal. This album was also the first one to feature Miller's excellent acid-damaged artwork that

recalls a darker, nightmarish version of Terry Gilliam's art, which I'm shocked that no black metal outfit has ever attempted to crib notes from. This reissue disc comes with liner notes from Forced Exposure/Arthur Magazine scribe Byron COley, too.