One of the latest in Public Guilt's 3" CD-R series, Perfekt Teeth are a new band from right here in C-Blast's backyard, which is weird enough on it's own. We haven't carried anything from a band from the Hagerstown area in at least a couple of years - despite the presence of the mighty Blast in this small burg, we haven't been able to fertilize the local music scene as broadly as we might have hoped. Ah well. At least some of our buddies are stepping up with a weird little project called Perfekt Teeth, whose entry in Public Guilt's 3" disc collection is a single 20-some minute long jam called "Beastcraft I". The disc opens up in a flurry of single-note picking that is joined by growing layers of droning blackened guitars, simple and minimalistic, like someone playing a Darkthrone riff over and over and over while numerous amplifiers growl and hum in the background, gradually joined by pounding, plodding tribal drumming and whooshing synthesizer noise, noisy and droning and hypnotic, a stumbling static blackened hypno-jam stretching out for nearly ten minutes. But then out of nowhere, everything is suddenly ripped apart by the appearance of a shredding thrash riff and a jackhammer blastbeat locked into an endless lock groove, looping over and over while some acid fueled maniac sprays shredding psychedelic solos over top. This looping bit of blast-thrash eventually fades out, and is replaced by another riff, this one pure chugging midtempo thrash, an 80's thrash metal circle pit breakdown played endlessly over a tick-tock motorik beat, stumbling and halting as it falls in and out of this weird krautrocky groove and is joined by trippy wordless howls and blackened raspy vocals, clanging metal percussion, tambourines, weird electronic noises, handclaps, droning guitar noise and other weirdness, plowing ahead in a drunken haze of drug-damaged, inebriated trance-riffery until it finally dissolves into a cacophony of feedback, air raid sirens and percussion. Public Guilt calls this "minimalist outsider metal", and I'm not arguing - this is what you get from a handful of metal geeks who just stayed up for 48 hours straight smoking weed and spinning old crossover albums from Cro-Mags, Leeway and Carnivore nonstop alongside Can's Future Days and Hawkwind's Space Ritual.

Packaged in a silkscreened miniature sleeve and limited to 100 copies.