This latest Ep of horrendous scum-sludge metal from Fistula (again sporting some neat artwork from Grief's Eric Harrison) should have a sticker requiring that the listener sign up for mandatory skull-reinforcement plastered across the front of it. Listening to Loser, it seems like these Ohio miscreants just get heavier with each new record; the first song on this 12" "Picking Up Chicks" sounds like a Celtic Frost jam that has had a tubful of hot glue and cheap blotter acid dumped on top of it, slowed down to a gut-quivering crawl that soaks up the slow motion doom and vomitous vocals in huge amounts of background noise and low-end filth, with some nauseating cement-mixer rumbling going on down below the surface. Could be one of the heaviest goddamn songs that I've ever heard from Fistula. After that sonic beating, the band blasts through a stretch of reverberating drones into "I'm Glad Nate's Not In AxCx", a nod to their pals in the legendary Boston noisecore squad that gets spilled across this short dose of fucked-up thrashcore, and then the side ends with a ridiculously bass-heavy assault of crossover thrash on "The Hounds", the drummer pounding away violently with huge double-bass drumming beneath the crusty speed-freak riffs. That trails off into one final doomed dirge at the end where another saurian, bone-crushing riff lumbers through a thick fogbank of swirling reverb and effects that are provided by one of the guys from space-sludge metallers Sollubi.

Over on the flipside, "Mutant Tooth" bashes out more of your grey matter with another massively down tuned crustcore assault, followed by the grueling, gluey deathsludge of "Coma Forever", which is another prime example of Fistula's perfected fusion of Hellhammer/early Frost style chromatic ultra-heaviness and their distinctive brand of narcotized sewer-fumes, again dragging their stomping caveman sludge into another long passage of murky ambient hum, erupting into super-heavy downtuned grind, and slipping off into long passages of ever-slower, increasingly heavier death-doom that is just as pulverizing and unhealthy as anything you'll hear from the likes of Coffins or Cianide, culminating with the absolute graveyard cave-in of the title track that finishes the album.

Limited to five hundred copies, Includes a digital download code.