This record was released a few months back in a super-limited edition of 327 copies, and it's already out of print from Gnarled Forest!

Holy shit, this is one the heaviest records that we have listed this week. It's one of the most recent assaults of blackened, crushing disease from the Seattle based duo of Wm. Rage (the guy behind the awesome Enterruption label) and Stan Reed. The goofy band name might mislead you into thinking that this is some sort of stonr rock action or something similiar, but you couldn't be further from the truth. Blue Sabbath Black Cheer play (play?) some of the heaviest, most pulverizing industrial sludge you'll ever hear, a nightmarish quicksand pit of insanely downtuned guitars, horrific screaming vocals and beyond-gutteral vomit roars that sound like they are bubbling up from the guys of an amoebic demon, syrupy tape loops and slow-motion oscillator whirr, clanking metakl percussion and throbbing basslines, and a flood of screeching, squealing, hellish electronic noise. Imagine a hellish fusion of Abruptum and Wolf Eyes, Streetcleaner-era Godflesh Lustmord, MZ412 and Sutcliffe Jugend cassettes being melted down into black tar. Utterly hideous, totally evil, completely fucking crushing.

This record is one of the groups heaviest. Opening up with the plodding, industrial doom of the title track, BSBC move through walls of crushing, corrosive distortion, pulverizing glacial rhythms that sounds like the drum machine from Streetcleaner pounding away on dying batteries, sheets of caustic feedback and amplifier filth, congealed into a kind of monstrous slow-mo industrial doom crush, shrouded in thick blackened noise and underpinned by formless but unbelievably heavy sludgemetal riffage, and drifting off into the shadowy, clanking ambience of "Disgusting Body". Super intense, and bolstered by the addition of Geoff Walker from improv-noise-rock gods Gravitar, Dave from Hymns Of Despondent Solitude, and Jon Kortland from Iron Lung and Pig Heart Transplant all contributing to the unholy squall.

On the B side, the riffage is gone but the sound is just as thick and crushing and dense, opening with "Prelude To Empty" and it's horrific tapestry of metallic scraping, disembodied liquid monstrous vocals and tortured wailing, a soundtrack to Bosch's Garden Of Earthly Delights chopped and screwed to a nauseating 10bpm. The last track "Empty" continues the grinding, scraping hellscape, another black hole without beginning or end filled with sub-sonic low-end distortion, the gurgling screams of the eternally damned, all drowning in a sea of scalding black tar, stretching out into infinity as a massive acidic drone.

The record comes in a great looking silkscreened sleeve with suitably distressing artwork and a glossy double-sided insert. And again, it's out of print, so this is your last chance to pick up this amazing slab of ultraheavy black noise.