The 2003 12" EP Cheap has been unavailable for awhile, but we just scored some of this crushing blat of prime Brainbombs skeeze. I had been

trying to get this for my own collection for ages, so this was a welcome find. We at C-Blast have had a serious obsession with the Swedish band Brainbombs

ever since we first heard Obey, and ever since then I have been trying to get my hands on everything that this band released for both myself and for

the Crucial Blast catalog. Since most of their released are out of print, that hasn't been easy, but luckily a bunch of their titles have been getting

reissued on CD lately, and every once in awhile I'll stumble across warehouse stashes of older stuff of theirs (like this 12").

Five tracks of Brainbombs in all of their brutal, stumbling, transgressive mightiness. Slo-mo sub-Stooges punk slowed down to a retarded crawl, blown out

and bottom heavy, each song is just one riff, but what a riff...hammered out over and over again, Brainbomb's riffs border on sludge/doom, they are that

fucking slow and heavy, but this definitely isn't metal, even though it's as heavy and evil as anything you've ever heard. The brain damaged saxophone

that slobbers its way across the jams further coats songs like "Freak Accident", "Birthday Baby", and "Cum In Blood" with an additional layer of sleaze, but

as any Brainbombs fan knows, it's all about the singer, a misanthropic freak show of a man who recites these half spoken/half muttered lyrics over the music

that regale the listener in sordid tales of murder and sodomy, his voice buried under distortion and fuzz.

Hard to believe considering how grotesque and punishing the other Brainbombs records are, but holy shit, Cheap is one of the slowest and dirgiest

things that I've ever heard from 'em. Whenever you hear people compare Brainbombs to early Swans or Eyehategod, this is the music that they are

talking about. Utterly negative and nihilistic sludgepunk oozing through busted speakers, gooey guitar FX abuse slathered all over the riffs, a metronomic,

almost motorik descent into total depravity.

On the A side, you get the four originals, right around 20 minutes of music, and then on the B side you get a remix of the song "BUrning Hell" from Alec

Empire of DHR/Atari Teenage Riot fame. If you felt that the original version of Brainbomb's classick "Burning Hell" wasn't blown out and gross enough for

you, well, get an earful of this: the superdistorted sludge of the original run through a warzone of chopped up gabba beats and spastic breaks, harsh

Merzbowian electronic skree, grinding machine-engine drones, and the screeching clatter of dying video game consoles. I wasn't sure what to expect from this,

but Empire turned in a chaotic earbleeding collage that, while it doesn't do anything to add to the saga of Brainbombs, is a satisfying blast of noisy,

violent, rhythmic aggression.

On black vinyl, packaged in a white and black jacket.