��Deathangle Absolution boss and acclaimed underground illustrator Antichrist Kramer sure has an ear for some of the most chaotic, fucked-up sounding primitive death metal out there. The debut 7" from the Virginia death metal band Dissipation came out a while back on Kramer's old label Satanic Skinhead Propaganda, and fans of that label's overall aesthetic (murky, noisy production, an utterly hateful and nihilistic worldview, a totally unapproachable vibe) will no doubt dig the ultra-chaotic din that this band wreaks across these three songs, which originally appeared as a demo tape back in 2010. Dissipation's sound is so raw and frenzied that it actually starts to border on an almost noisecore-like assault at times, and they also lace their cavernous low-fi death metal with brief bits of ritualistic ambience that elevate the record's overall sense of death-tripping weirdness. While Dissipation don't necessarily sound like them, there is a similar delirious, ultra-chaotic, lost-in-the-abyss vibe in these songs as that found in the recordings of fellow SSP mutants Nyogthaeblisz.

�� The first song "Kanonikal Mastership" opens with swells of dark kosmische synth that suddenly disgorge a chaotic, stumbling death metal assault, the sound drenched in reverb and echo, the instruments held together by some black ectoplasmic matter, the guitars and drums a chaotic blur of sound. Ramshackle death metal bound to pounding caveman blastbeats, dipping in and out of that murky black ambience. "Scarz Of Devotion" starts with a killer dour guitar melody, then too explodes in an ultra noisy, chaotic blast of pounding thrash tempos and that whirling white-noise guitar sound, swarming clouds of high end buzz streaked with some wicked evil guitar solos and blackened tremolo riffing.

�� The death-rite drums and billowing black ambience at the beginning of b-side track "Genuflection" gives way to another crushing chaos attack, those reverb-deformed screams billowing wildly across the droning razor-sharp thrash riffs and blackened leads, the sound fucked-up and utterly ghastly, suddenly birthing some majestic dissonant riffing towards the end. Man, I fucking love this stuff.

�� Limited to five hundred copies.