More obscure mutant hardcore rescued from obscurity, and a revelation of early Italian hardcore freakism; this one described by the label as "the Italian hardcore version of Tampax's UFO Dictator informed by Throbbing Gristle and Crass". Fottutissima Pellicceria Elsa is the sort of band who had previously only been known to hardcore Killed By Death collectors and fanatical Italian hardcore addicts, with little more than a brief but memorable review in one of the most influential punk fanzines of the day (Maximum Rock And Roll) left as a breadcrumb for freakoid hardcore fanatics to chase after in their quest for ever more demented depths of subterranean punk.

This LP features the one and only recording from early 80s band Fottutissima Pellicceria Elsa, previously only available as an insanely rare cassette demo, which has now been excavated and reissued on vinyl by cult punk label S-S Records. The original 1983 tape release showcased a demented, discordant strain of hardcore punk that stood out from the fast, violent thrash that most other Italian punk bands were producing at the time; drenched in the same sort of brain-damaged gutter sludge that gave gooey, malformed birth to the likes of American outfits like Kilslug, Stickmen With Rayguns and Flipper or even some of the wonkier late-era Black Flag stuff, Fottutissima Pellicceria Elsa split their tape evenly between slow, pounding dirges awash in ugly guitar noise and feedback, and faster (but still intensely fucked-up) blasts of maniacal disjointed punk. And man, this stuff simply kills.

This 2013 reissue of that infamous cassette features eight of the twelve songs that originally appeared on the tape; songs like "Si Vive Per Morire" fly off of the album in a murky haze of four-track tape filth and drooling noise-damaged hardcore, while tracks like "Burattini" deliver more angular, twisted spasms of blown-out crud. Brutal stuff, with a deranged singer who sounds like he's going through the symptoms of late stage rabies, the pissed-off Italian lyrics becoming all tangled up in his drooling fangs. But that's nothing on the really weird tracks on here, like "Gorizia Nella Notte", some seriously wrecked, almost No Wavey noise-punk with tuneless guitars and clattering drums locking into a weird discordant drone rock jam, the band seemingly improvising whole sections of the song as the singer flips his wig in grand fashion; or the part on "Perche Devo?" where someone decides to pull out an actual power drill and perform a "solo". But this stuff actually proves to be pretty fucking catchy, in its own crazed, brain-damaged way, with the more coherent songs offering up some killer mangled hooks amongst all of the ridiculously garbled hardcore. The insert that comes with this LP includes a double sided reproduction of the original cassette sleeve, along with some brief liner notes from the S-S Records boss where he writes about his long-standing fascination with this band and the allure of their utterly demented demo. Very cool.