Another brain-glazing blast of harsh noise wall from the master Vomir is matched with an equally suffocating assault from Dead Body Collection, a new one to us that sufficiently crushed us with their nearly forty-minute inferno. Disciples of the wall already know that anything from Vomir is guaranteed to immolate, and having 'em matched with the titanic black buzzscape of DBC makes for an utterly massive eighty minute dose of monolithic roar.

"Burn Your Skin, I Like The Smell Of It" from the Serbian project Dead Body Collection is first, a monsoon of white noise, endless raging waves of turbulent low end rumble, like a hurricane of ball bearings and steel shavings hammering away at the walls around you for almost three quarters of an hour, the smoldering black wall invoking a trance like state as the surging gusts of black hiss and crackling distortion frays the edges of your nerves. Not as "meditative" and time-obliterating as some HNW, this is still immersive, claustrophobic, and chaotic.

France's Vomir follows with "Le Peuple Des Miroirs", which flows from the deeper end of his tectonic rumble, a bass-drenched avalanche of black distortion that is rich in low frequency tremors and roaring monotony. It stretches out, seemingly infinitely, a raging vortex of all-devouring sonic grime that has the same sort of hypnotic effect that all of Vomir's work possesses.

Another ferocious time-destroying HNW release, released by RONF in a slim DVD case in a limited edition of 67 copies.