� � If you're reading the rest of this particular week's new arrivals list, you'll notice me gushing over a bunch of low-fi CDR releases that we picked up from Occult Supremacy, the black noise/HNW/experimental black metal CDR label run by Dustin Redington (Crown of Bone / Demonologists). This isn't Redington's first DIY label, though. Before this, he ran the Ministries Of Blood imprint, a similarly themed imprint that put out all kinds of power electronics, harsh noise and blackened weirdness. Most of that stuff is out of print, but I've managed to pick up some of the remaining Ministries of Blood titles for your perusal...

� � This rare disc from Indiana-based black noise blasters Demonologists features three long tracks that were recorded for, weirdly enough, a soundtrack to some obscure alt-porn film called Neon Pink produced by the equally obscure porn producer Blaise Christie. Don't know a thing about this film and there's little to be found online about either it or it's director (save for some lurid drama you can easily find more on by Googling the guys name), so I have no idea how these recordings work within the realm of a porno, but on their own these tracks end up being some of the more interesting and varied recordings I've heard from Demonologists. It's less blackened noise, more pounding, distorted industrial music. The opening track features percussive loops and fractured melodies against a background of crackling noise, like an old-school 80's era industrial piece; it's not till halfway in that things turn harsher, as a wave of black static hiss and harsh feedback wash in over a pandemonium of screaming, howling voices, almost like something from Stalaggh for a moment. The track "Black Horizons" could almost pass for an experimental 70's electronic score at first, a mass of pulsating luminous feedback tones and droning synth noise, then shifts into grimy industrial throb that is slowly penetrated by creepy distorted melodies. The closer is another heavily rhythmic death-pulse, loaded with distorted squelchy synthesizers rumbling over layered electronic noise, giving way to eerie loop-scapes and weird, ghostly funeral marches awash in backwards sound and harsh metallic loops that sound like something out of an old Japanese horror film. It's dense, psychedelic and horrific noise, at times more comparable to the unsettling surrealistic creepscapes of Hoor-Paar-Kraat than the blast-furnace assaults of most of their other releases. Still pretty evil, though.

� � Limited to fifty hand-numbered copies.