Gotta preface this by saying that we only have a couple of these in stock, and its already long sold out from the label. Released back in 2011 on Auris Apothecary, I thought I was out of these ages ago but a lost stash just turned up in the stockroom over here. Being an Auris Apothecary release, this is another striking conceptual art object wrapped around some experimental sounds, these sounds being a paranoid, anti-authoritarian strain of power electronics that seems to have an almost manic obsession with New World Order-style visions of near-future hell. It comes from Justin Marc Lloyd of Pregnant Spore and the formerly Baltimore-based Rainbow Bridge label, and is the coolest thing that I've heard from the guy. Visually, this is one of the coolest package designs that I've seen AA do; the package contains two 3.5" floppy discs that are enclosed in a heavy cardstock foldout case with silk-screened art and text, with gold and black cover art of the Illuminati pyramid that shows through the die cut openings of the o-card that slips around the case, itself sealed with black wax imprinted with the sigil of an upside-down cross. It obviously took awhile to put this thing together, and it looks fantastic.

As far as content goes, though, this is one of the most minimal things I've ever stocked. Each disc contains two tracks, and every single one is a mere one minute, eleven seconds long; it almost seems like this material was meant to be played back on an audio program where you can easily loop/repeat the track over and over, since its otherwise over in a blip. "Lucre" is split into two ultra-short halves, the first a sinister blaze of blackened noise and howling warning sirens that gives way to the crushing harsh noise of the second, a churning, mangled maelstrom of snarling vokills, fast-moving distortion and extreme pedal-carnage. The second disk contains the two halves of "Teeth", beginning with a short sequence of rhythmic static that flutters around heavily textured walls of black static that sinks into a HNW-style slab of electronic immolation; the second part shifts into a more vocal-heavy sound with those snarling ultra-distorted vocals frothing at the mouth within the storm of blasting toxic static.

In spite of the extreme shortness of these recordings, though, this'll be sought after by those of you who lust over the various art-objects that this label puts out, and its definitely one of their more extreme releases, musically speaking. Super limited, only eighty copies of this released, each one serial-numbered in black ink.