��Been dyin' to get this bands stuff in for the shop, but they're releases have been extremely difficult for me to track down until now. After releasing a couple of rare cassettes and 7" EPs in the early/mid 1990s under the name Chaos C.H. (such as the much sought after Serve You Right and Just Say No! EPs on Overthrow Records), the Japanese band Chaos Channel seemed to drop right off the face of the earth. Hardly forgotten, though; the band left behind a small body of work that over time garnered a cult following among fans of noise-damaged hardcore and psychedelic punk, especially those obsessed with that uniquely Japanese strain of blown-out mutant hardcore perfected by the likes of Confuse and Disclose; I think the first that I became aware of Chaos Channel was after seeing all kinds of praise on their early releases by Sean "Seanocide" Hogan in his Damaging Noise zine. Fifteen years after their last release, Chaos Channel suddenly reappeared in 2009 and began to release all new material, one of which is the weirdly titled (Magic Bullet) That Works To Feed The Pig, a new 7" EP that comes to us from American label SPHC, which is turning into the go-to imprint here in the U.S. for the best noise-punk / psychedelic hardcore / weirdo grindcore currently seeping up out of the international punk underground. This is ferocious stuff, the a-side "The Bird, Singing At Non-Reality" delivering a blast of blistering hardcore, all super-distorted catchy guitars bathed in paint-scraping distortion and those weird yowling semi-monotone vocals, the drummer rolling and rumbling and churning with his fast paced tribal beats and pounding, speed-fueled tempos. The song keep starting and stopping, shifting haphazardly from that speedy brain-damaged punk into short bursts of ambient noise and whirring feedback. On the other side, "New Stupid Piece Of Shit, That Doesn't Fuckin' Work" starts off like its going to be some sort of weird Japanese pop song, but quickly reasserts itself as pummeling hardcore as the band hurtles into another speedy rolling punk blast. And man, those lyrics are some of the wildest I've read off of a punk record sleeve, a total Dadaist word jumble, all surrealistic weirdness whose confusion is further amplified once you start to read through the band's equally bizarre liner notes. If you've been faithfully following the SPHC label and noise-punk in general, you already know to check this out.