Here's a nasty 11:33 of freeform deconstruction that alternates between brutal, hysterical feedback riots, armies of skipping CDs sending mangled missives into the heavens, post-nuke flamenco guitar, and ear-flattening gobs of charred grindnoise. One of the most vicious things I've heard from MT6 Records, and one of my favorite as well, an utterly weird and abstract take on progpunkpop/harsh noise/noisecore blitz made by 17 year old Sam Garrett of Baltimore, Maryland. This earfuck suggests Scutopus meeting Flying Luttenbachers and Anal Cunt in a hailstorm of burnt circuitry at some cannibal dance club. Not for timid listeners. This little 3" gem comes hand-colored and stuck inside of a xerox sleeve.