��Just got this older Cathartic Process tape back in stock, and apparently these are the final copies of the cassette that are available. Dust In The Lungs Of God was the fifth and most recent cassette release from Death Agonies, released back in 2011, possibly the final release from this Canadian harsh industrial outfit. It was actually the alter-ego of Toronto power-violence maniacs The Endless Blockade, the moniker the band would work under when they would record straightforward harsh noise and junk industrial soundscapes (and just like their other band, the name of this project comes from a classic song from Japanese hardcore punk mutants G.I.S.M.). On this tape, the band unleashes some wicked apocalyptic electronic noise and junk-metal experiments in the vein of Hal Hutchinson, Maaaa and K2; as with previous releases, the group's investigations into severe electronic noise are used as an catalyst for an examination of nihilism and their desire for ego-death through monotonous machine music, the result comprised of a mixture of violent paroxysms of harsh noise wall, spastic electronics and nightmarish electro-acoustic chaos.

�� Dust's a-side features "Before The Span Of One's Life Is Run Out", a classic style harsh noise assault, at first unleashing a furious torrent of crumbling, massively distorted low-end rumble and black static, then later shifting into passages of harsh acoustic noise where the sounds of crashing junk metal and scraping metallic rhythms are cut up into jarring bursts of sound, only to be scattered across expanses of eerie field recordings. This eventually drops off into churning walls of extreme electronic effects, screeching processed feedback and violent pedal abuse, moving in and out of monolithic HNW-style blasts and some more frenetic sequences that are as psychedelic and skull-shredding as anything I've heard from Government Alpha in recent years.

�� Over on side two, the band gets more experimental, constructing a fractured glitchscape titled "An Unnecessary Stain". The beginning of the track is overtaken by a heaving, shambling mass of malfunctioning mechanical rhythms and pneumatic throb, then transforms into a roar of juddering electronics, weird flute-like sounds squirming within the rapidly moving sheets of flanged sound, the recording eventually moving into a din of rattling, scraping metal, another stretch of harsh acoustic noise where pieces of junk metal and iron rods and scrap collide and crash together while that roaring ocean of static swirls below, slowly evolving into a steady droning rumble...