This Californian band has surrounded itself in mystery from the start, cloaking their records in almost unreadable text and strange photos that, while not showing anything overtly threatening, still manage to suggest bad things...it was only recently that I even found out that Mark McCoy from Charles Bronson and Das Oath plays in this band, although I shouldn't be surprised, since his label Youth Attack out both the Ancestors LP and this here 7", and when i listen to this latest slab of blownout blackened scumpunk, I can hear a definite hardcore vibe seething underneath the rheumy distortion and fried amplifiers. That first Lp that these whackos released last year was possibly the most distorted and over the top blackpunk record that I'd heard all year, even showing up similiarly fucked-up offerings from Malveillance and Bone Awl, but boy, they apparently weren't close to reaching their limit. Somehow, on II, Ancestors have become even more noisy and distorted and furious, igniting two untitled sides of blistering thrashing filth in yer face with this criminally limited 7". It's fast and short, the two sides/songs(?) jammed into a brief but effective runtime, both of 'em fierce as fuck and raging and weirdly catchy, once again mashing together old school hardcore punk and primitive black metal into a compacted blot of maxed-out ultra-distorted violence.

Fast thrashy riffs and jackhammer blastbeats and spiteful vocals are jammed through an obscene amount of distortion, pushing the music way into the red and drowing everything in fuzz and white-hot filth, the guitars sizzling and warping, the riffs disintegrating into total buzz, the drummer pounding away at the simple midpaced blastbeats while all around him the sound turns into a swirling, acidic mass of blackened noise. When the vocals kick in, the effect is jarring; a disgusting, hyperdistorted snarl run through a gazillion effects, super fucked up and demonic sounding. the songs are mostly blasting blackened thrash, but there are parts where the band suddenly veers into pure old school hardcore, like Void or something, or contort into an unexpected math rock breakdown, or spit out a catchy anthemic melody, but even these parts are slathered in grimy distortion. Awesome shit that fans of this whole current wave of fierce punky black metal bands like Akitsa, Bone Awl, Malveillance, Zarach'Baal'Tharagh, and Raw Hatred will love.

The record comes in an amazing package, the 7" pressed on thick white vinyl and packaged inside of a full color jacket with multiple insert sheers, and limited to 333 copies.