I listed Brown Angel's cassette tape a couple of months ago, a particularly grimy, sewage-covered dose of low-fi sludgenoise from the Pittsburgh band (featuring members of Microwaves, Creation Is Crucifixion, Conelrad and 1985) that could only appeal to the most hardened, gutter-dwelling devotees of torturous sonic ugliness. That tape was their only release after several years of kicking around the Iron City underground, but now they've raised their multi-headed mass above the muck again with their first full length, a vinyl only release that has a very different sound than the tape. Instead of the low-fi skuzz on that cassette, the band pounds out a kind of industrial trance-sludge that is equal parts Godflesh, Swans, early Earth, and discordant no wave abrasion, with a massive depth-charge bass grind lurking beneath the whole thing that really sets your nerves on edge.

The opener "Danava Bhanjana Rama" slowly takes form as a psychedelic dirge, heavy low end riffage and droning feedback winding round and round, a vaguely Middle Eastern sounding lead snaking through it, sounding a lot like early Earth circa Phase III or Pentastar, and then the vocals come in, a soaring emotive chant rising over the pounding industrial sludge-mantra, the percussion becoming more machinelike and receding into the background. But then the second song ("It's Hard To Be Parted From A Friend") kicks in, and the tone turns really ugly, keening sung vocals trading off with frenzied screams, the drums stuttering and lurching, the guitars grinding out a feedback-soaked riff, super heavy and raw, slathered in feedback and guitar noise. On "White Flight�, the no wave influence really starts to emerge as the band grinds out a single monstrous riff into infinity, gradually cranking up the noise and skull-scraping guitar skree and amp abuse until it sounds, again, like a Godflesh jam, but one that's being shredded through a small army of Branca noise guitarists and marauding wood chippers.

Over onto the second side, "Occidentosis" further blends the mechacrush with paint stripping no wave damage and growling processed bass, collapsing into lysergic Arabic guitar melodies and howling feedback at the end, followed by "Your Life Is Heaven" and its pounding tribal drums and chunky staccato guitar, veering from strange angular grooves and powerful percussive work into crunchy rolling Swans-like dirge. "Kirimibhojanam" centers around a another huge dissonant riff and spacious lumbering slowness, the vocals drawn out here into a mix of twisted throat singing and blackened shrieks, the space between the riffs and drums lurking with processed feedback and odd didgeridoo-like buzzing. And finally "Celibacy Pact", a brutal death metal riff and down tuned bludgeon alternating with howling noise rock, almost like Jesus Lizard injected with some crushing DM , ULTRA heavy and raw and vicious, and grinds into the total space noise meltdown of the finale, a storm of feedback and fx and amp noise and cymbals that closes the album.

Man, this is fucking killer. Recommended to anyone into the monolithic sounds of early 'Flesh, Halo, early Swans, etc. Comes in a two-color silkscreened jacket, each one hand-numbered in a limited edition of 150 copies, on black vinyl, and comes with a random photograph and a small acetate insert sheet.