I've been cracking my neck to Eloe Omoe consistently ever since we got their brutastic Marauders album on Animal Disguise in stock a coupla months ago. Dishing out a kind of crushing, virtually formless improvised power-sludge, equal parts free jazz, noise rock, and death sludge, the Boston-based duo of bassist Sam Rowell and drummer Tim Leanse whip up these awesome, unnamed monstrosities of spastic uber-detuned bass guitar bleargh and octopoidal free drumming that achieves some beautifully cacophonous heights. Jazzbos might recognize the band name, 'cuz Leanse and Rowell are paying homage to reed player Omoe that did time in Sun Ra's Arkestra, and they pursue a likeminded sense of total freedom, but here it's through a freed river of gooey, garbled metalloid unriffs and splattery drumming. I thought that Marauders sounded like indie-metal monsters Godheadsilo tuning up and freaking out on malfunctioning equipment endlessly, and this self-titled 12" EP achieves the same effect. Released prior to Marauders, we've just gotten some of this crushing platter in for you free-sludge/brown noise freeks, with five tracks labeled by what town it was recorded in, about 20 minutes or so of heavy earthquake jamming, Sam splattering her awesome bass guitar goo and rattling ribcages, drums tumbling down an endless flight of stairs, all captured live with a murky, low fi recording that that turns their already-blown arrhythmic squonk into an even more amophous blob of black tar. Awesome.