��No timid, academic futzing with sine-waves here. Only enthusiasts of the most abrasive strains of harsh electronic noise will want to go anywhere near this album, released on the Lithuanian label Terror. It features the influential Texas noise outfit Black Leather Jesus, who continues to deliver a uniquely nihilistic brand of extreme sonic chaos steeped in his obsessions with gay bondage and S&M culture; even after twenty five years of belting out this sort of pandemonium, BLJ mastermind Richard Ramirez still delivers some of the harshest electronic noise imaginable. And he's joined by the newer Serbian HNW outfit Creation Through Destruction, whose churning distorto-epics are at least violent enough to hold their own alongside Ramirez's material.

�� Creation Through Destruction is up first, delivering two long tracks of chaotic noise wall, "Uncertainty Principle " and "Stellar Magnetic Field". Each track stretches out for twelve minutes or longer, laying down vast fields of rumbling low-end bass and speaker-rattling distortion that he proceeds to immolate with bursts of frenzied digital noise and violent manipulations of high frequency signals. The approach is certainly reminiscent of the French HNW master Vomir, but CTD avoids long stretches of static noise, instead driving each track forward through a storm of constantly shifting distortion, emitting endless waves of skull-flattening speakershred, grinding over-modulated drones, and blasts of what almost sound like screaming vocals that have been processed into indistinct smears of garbled sound.

�� The two Black Leather Jesus tracks that follow deliver a dirtier, more sinister sonic assault. Clocking in at almost half an hour, "Stall Exhibitionists" and "Bearfighter" sprawl out into expansive maelstroms of roaring inferno-like static and volcanic rumblings, which partially obscure a whole host of distorted screams, clanking metallic chaos, sputtering glitch, random percussive pounding, fractured shortwave radio transmission, and what sounds like the grinding gears of some monstrous machinery at work deep within the many layers of corrosive electronics and pedal-violence. Flesh meets metal and is amplified into the roar of imploding stars. There's not one moment of respite to be found anywhere in these recordings; it's as violent as you'd expect, a relentless din of psychedelic industrial noise that moves in a perpetual state of vast, oceanic flux.

�� Released in a limited edition of three hundred copies.