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.

Songs Our Mother Taught Us saw the Borbeto destruction squad returning after a couple of years of silence; the 2000 album from the upstate New York guitar/sax/sax trio toured the UK in 1999 and documented the trip with this three track album. The first track "Aftershock" is a crushing wall of locked-horn sax noise and distorted guitar skronk that was recorded live in Glasgow, Scotland at the 13th Note, and it's a skullmasher. The following two tracks, the thrity-four minute title track and "After Aftershock" were captured at the Spitz in London. The 90's didn't soften up these maniacs one bit, as the entire set is full on, freaked out nuclear strength free jazz blasting at disintegrating levels of volume and distortion. A gorgeous, mind-wasting wave of infernal death-skree spurting from a zone of pure spontaneous energy, the FX-wrecked saxophones locking their bells together and emitting squonk and squeal that sounds virtually prehistoric, while Miller rips bruisin

g deformed riffage out of his axe. Recommended.