Holy crap...the first offering from this self-styled Chicago "ghoulcore" band is gloriously fucked-up, low-fi and amazing, especially if you pack your skull full of some kind of mind-altering substance and knock the lights out as I did the first time that I threw this motherfucker on the deck. Full Moon Hysteria starts up with some grimy graveyard ambience, sinister spoken word growling over gnarled Theremin and murky electronics that stretches out for several minutes, the mangy cryptkeeper ramblings setting the "mood" until it eventually lurches into this bizarre crud-bomb thrash attack. Sloppy ramshackle drums gallop and blast and stumble while weird looped screams and garbled cassette noise are splooged over top, and a rather maniacal sounding organ riff gets pounded on repeatedly. From there it's vague where songs begin and end, as the low-fi thrashpunk drums and spookhouse pipe organs careen into long (and I mean long) passages of industrial filth and rumbling drones, recordings of rainfall, howling wolves, snarling demons and peals of harsh feedback, vintage organs droning alongside swarms of rats, and various other ghoulish sounds. After crawling around in the cemetery for awhile, the sound of rattling percussion, tribal drums, droning organs and random ambient noise creep in, and then blammmo, it'll launch into a KILLER blast of brain-damaged speed metal, an ultra-skuzzy Venom-esque assault with crazed shrieking vocals that can barely keep up with the music, sounding as if it was recorded on a malfunctioning ghetto blaster. Sweet!

It's like someone mashed up the Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House Lp and music cues taken from Arch Oboler's Lights Out! radio show with the mangled "metal" of Faxed Head, the filthy dungeon ramblings of Abruptum and an old Bianchi cassette, and vomited it all back up into this. You've gotta have a taste for real low-fi slime to groove on Gas Mask Horse's necro-noise-punk and sub-industrial goblin marches and d-beat driven werewolf puke, but if yer anything like me, you'll be playing this goddamn tape non-stop.

And the packaging for this tape is over the top. The cassette comes in a sienna wooden box with spiral designs burnt into the sides, and has this strange mesh top, as if the box once was used to contain insects. Inside, the tape is accompanied with Xeroxed inserts, stickers, a set of Gas Mask Horse badges, instructions on how to send away for a free copy of Gas Mask Horse's free fanzine Start Your Own Haunted House, and a packet of Mugwort.