This bizarro bit of Boredoms-worshipping avant-grind is back in stock!

An unbridled anxiety-attack of genre-splicing noisecore, The Ring Of The Nibelungen is one of the most frenzied albums of it's type that has come

in to Crucial Blast, and considering our predeliction for the likes of Melt Banana, Seven Minutes Of Nausea, Naked City and the like, that's really saying

something. The Danish duo Blasphemia Casualis released this forty track disc in 2006 in a small self-produced run, and then re-released it with new and

improved artwork through the small Siegfried Records imprint recently. The two member go by the names Clan (vocals, programming) and Lord Corpse-Spitter

(guitars, vocals), and assemble extremely short tracks of deranged grindnoise pastiche that stitches together programmed blastbeats, blasts of pure white

noise, retarded death metal riffing and grunting vocal noise, chopped-up breakcore beats, snippets of black metal and power metal, Danish porno samples,

various movie samples, strange electronic ambient parts, and demented hip-hop into one of the most fucked-up sounding plundergrind albums ever, one that is

seperated into four sections titled "The Book Of Satan", "The Book Of Lucifer", "The Book Of Belial", and so on, and with song titles like "His Penis Now

Boasts A Power-Driven Screw", "His Mouth Is A Twisted Red-Pink Jumble Of Teeth And Meat And Jawbone Part I" and "You Could've Calibrated A Nuclear Clock By

The Ebb And Flow Of The Man's Junk Tide". The combined influence of Boredoms, Anal Cunt, and Kid606 is pretty strong here, but if you have the fortitude to

absorb the whiplash assault of sample fuckery, glitched beats, brain-damaged hip-hop stupidity, random vocal insanity and the blasts of harsh, Agoraphobic

Nosebleed-meets-Merzbow grindnoise that these two maniacs have pasted together haphazardly for this disc, this is one disorientating fucking brainscramble

that will have you trying to sort out what you are hearing every time you spin it. The tracks tend to run about thirty seconds or so, but in that short of a

time they pack in a ridiculous, nonstop array of samples, some of which have been lifted from all kinds of movies (I hear stuff from The Dark

Crystal and various 80's splatter movies right off of the top of my head), but even more of which have been actually recorded by the band themselves and

chopped up into little microblurts of sonic weirdness, and then pasted back together into these chunks of ultraviolent, kaleidoscopic sound-collage. It's all

pretty over-the-top and ridiculous and frequently pretty stupid, but this disc has a real sugar-rush to it that fans of Crotchduster, Fantomas, early

Boredoms, and other dealers in scattershot genrehopping whatthefuck will dig. I still don't know what the Wagnerian reference in the album title is supposed

to be about, though.