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CSMD / NEW YORK AGAINST THE BELZEBU  Nuclear Crusaders / Fucking Next Week  7" VINYL   (Jerk Off Records)   5.50


��Another new batch of freeform blast-insanity coming on the heels of other recent split 7"s featuring the recently reactivated Brazilian noisecore band New York Against The Belzebu; this time around they team up with the amazing Dutch band CSMD, who counters NYAB's brain-damaged grindpunk with their own blazing blastbeat brain-beating of psychedelic noisecore.

�� The sixteen tracks on CSMD's side are exactly the sort of fucked-up, effects-damaged thrashcore / noisecore weirdness that these guys are known for, songs like "Nuclear Crusaders", "Nuclear Hammer Fist", "Bleed For My Tentacle" and "Space Invaders Go Ape!" rampaging through low-fi blasts of sludgy hardcore and insanely chaotic grind, the songs sometimes starting off with a sloppy rendition of some vaguely recognizable theme music from an old television show before suddenly hurtling into a bizarre delirium of hardcore punk, psychotic surf guitar licks, and spacey electronic effects that whir and zip and swoop across their violent micro-bursts. The vocals are an unintelligible mess of heavily reverb'd gorilla grunts and deathmetal style bellowing, the songs often wandering into stretches of bizarre improvisational fuckery and blasts of broken computer noise. This is a killer dose of crazed psychedelic noisecore.

�� The NYAB side is even less coherent, delivering seventeen tracks of this long running Brazilian duo's bizarre brand of belligerent blastpunk mayhem. Eruptions of primitive grindcore give way to weird drum breakdowns and discordant guitar jangle and demented ululating vocals, as brief burps of bellicose noisecore come and go, and out-of-tune guitars honk over speedy hardcore beats. The whole thing is stripped down to an ascetic drums/guitar lineup, the sound super raw, shambolic, brain-damaged. If you listen to their stuff at just the right angle, you kind of get the vibe that New York Against The Belzebu are actually closer in spirit to the outsider punk of the Ohio "tardcore" scene in some ways, but with an undeniable grind/noise/hardcore backbone. Totally fucked. If you're a noisecore junkie obsessed with stuff like Sore Throat, Final Exit, Deche-Charge, Anal Cunt and the like, this one comes highly recommended. Limited to three hundred copies.