One of the few Borbetomagus releases that I've picked up that's not on their own Agaric label, this limited live Lp from the NY blast-jazz noise beasts looks like a private press edition with it's stickered white sleeve and Xeroxed inserts. Wherever this rare disc came from, it's brutal. The two sides document a live assault that Borbetomagus perpetrated on an audience at the Destroy All Music Festival in Atlanta, GA in 2004, featuring the classic trio formation of saxophonists Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich, and guitarist Donald Miller. If you know Borbeto, you know not to expect anything resembling a "song"; the band unleashes two side-long powerblasts of "snuff jazz" made up of extreme blasts of saxophone shriek and lower register bellowing that is so abrasive and head-crushing that it completely leaves the realm of "free jazz". The dueling horns howl and roar and scream at levels of volume so great that you envision the walls of the performace space cracking and crumbling down in a crush of concrete and splintered wood on top of the crowd. The whole first side of the Lp captures Borbeto in full-force destructo mode, dishing out an assaultive wall of free-form cacophony that would blow back the hair on any fan of Hijokaidan, K2 and Cock ESP. Some of the deeper lowing sax tones heard here even start to resemble the deep buzzing drone of a didgeridoo in a couple of spots when the band drops into one of their less abusive passages of simmering improv noise. While the saxophones spit gasoline and blood across the stage, Miller jams his fist into his axe and pulls out great big gobfulls of squirming feedback and distorted stringscrape, the guitar seeming to choke on it's own steaming guts. Over on the second side, they move into a slightly less abusive stretch of groaning horns and screeching industrial guitar with lots of those aforementioned didgeridoo-like low-end drones emerging throughout the performance. But on the last five minutes or so, the band hurtles back into the closest that they approach "jazz" on this set, with a furious skronkfest that sounds like an Ayler performance on massive amounts of crystal meth with someone operating a malfunctioning shortwave radio transmitter and a concrete mixer off to the side. These guys have most definitely not calmed down with age. Released in a limited pressing of 500 copies.