There are few bands skulking around today that can match the formless horror and hellish Boschian visions of Abruptum, and Blue Sabbath Black Cheer is at the top of the list, each of their releases a fresh new blast of fetid corpsebreath and oily dread rushing out of the mouth of hell, a series of hallucinatory soundscapes that drag across bloodsoaked factory floors and down into murky, dank basement crawlspaces, pitch-black and utterly malevolent in tone. Each new record that we've been getting from the demonic duo of Stan Reed and Wm Rage has flown out of here fast, and since this LP was released in the usual ridiculously limited edition and is already long sold out through their label, I expect the same will go down with The Endless Blockade. It's a three song 12" that reissues three tracks that had originally appeared on older cassette releases on the band's Gnarled Forest imprint, with two of the songs appearing on the A side; ""The Sense Of Violence" starts things off with the sort of blackened, abrasive industrial ooze that we've come to expect from BSBC,

stretching out across a blighted landscape of crashing, clanging metal percussion and scrapyard clatter echoing over a deep, rumbling factory throb and grinding machine ambience, the sound of hulking machinery slowed down into a syrupy mass of clanking evil, buzzing sludgemetal riffs pulled apart into thick smears of black murk, hideous demonic growls and monstrous roaring floating up from the stinking Stygian pit, everything melted into a muddy, murky wash of hellish black industrial crush. The sound becomes even heavier with "Funeral Rehearsal" as a monstrous bestial roar is stretched into a massive deformed drone that plows through a morass of additional death metal roars, rhythmic stabs of grinding low-end riffage, andchunky klaxon-blasts of corrosive distortion that seem to disintegrate slowly as the track mutates into nightmarish white noise.

The second side has the track "The Endless Blockade", a nod to both Japanese punk terrorists G.I.S.M. and UK industrialists The New Blockaders, and compared to the first side, this shit is almost meditative. The BSBC duo is joined by Geoff Walker of Gravitar and John Lukeman of Drowner on this piece, which starts off some what subdued with a buried roar scraped metal and rhythmic machine grinding, then progresses into terror as blasted atonal melodies surface and fall apart, horrific demon gruntings and muttering surges up out of the pounding factory din, the feedback and metallic throb builds into a thick wall of grinding hellish heaviosity laced with strafing blasts of high-end skree and treacly distortion, quickly becoming louder and heavier and more overwhelmed by the cacophony of noise, a hundred damned voices suddenly appearing and screaming at the heavens as they are swamped by wave after wave of brutal white noise and caustic ultra-drone. Skull-frying and hellish blackened doomnoise of the heaviest order. We have this record available in extremely limited quantities on both black vinyl (total 400 pressed) and purplish-red vinyl (only 100 pressed), and the record comes in a white jacket with a tip-on style cover with grim black and white woodcut artwork, and a printed insert and a postcard inside.