Fans of all things bleak and blackened and abrasive should be all over this crushing tape, which features all new material from the long-running American death industrial project En Nihil and cult black-noise fiends Demonologists. As you would expect, the stench of death and flesh destruction hangs like an oily black cloud over this cassette, which was recently released in a tiny edition of fifty copies by Worthless.

   A nightmare of urban disintegration and decay, En Nihil's side features four tracks, starting with the hellish tectonic crush of "Filth Ritual (Serial Patterns)" which grinds across the pitch-black sound-space like some leviathan deathmachine chewing up the earth and belching radioactive fumes into the atmosphere. Once again, En Nihil drags the listener into levels of such oppressive sonic heaviness that it begins to rival the most abject and horrific extremes of doom metal, the sound ultra-heavy and severely crushing, but shrouded in noise and largely unstructured. Before that track splinters apart into a chaos of whirling synth sounds and clanking metal, though, it really does sound like some utterly monstrous industrial doom metal that has been stretched out and slowed down to a state of near stasis, a rumbling grinding blackened horror of necro-mechanical ultracrush. From there, En Nihil descends into the foul black howl of "Into The Black Of Night", rushing out of the pit with all of the acrid hatefulness and hellish sulfuric atmosphere as anything you'll hear from their tapemates Demonologists, the sound surging and swelling like rolling black waves of suffocating black ash, sinister bass-lines sliding through the murk and distortion, mountains of concrete and asphalt crumbling to the earth. That's followed by the blistering static-drenched noise wall and screeching metal of "The Wolves That Circle", and closes with the squealing, garbled electronics and tribal oil-drum rhythms that rumble across "At Her Gate". Pretty intense stuff.

   Over on their side, Demonologist's "Manipulation Cuts" is a massive side-long track that shifts between blasts of excoriating harsh noise and disgusting gargling shrieks to more minimal dronescapes made up of distant mechanical clank and howling black winds. For more than fifteen minutes, this horror show unfolds into a twisted cacophony of scraping metal, garbled electronic chaos and demonic slit-throat screams, thunderous blasts of rumbling noise and the abrasive scrape and squeal of chains and metal being ground together, sprawling out into a nightmarish junk-noise symphony that starts to sound an awful lot like something from Japanese scrapnoise god K2 with some crazed black metal vocalist vomiting black blood somewhere in the background. Violently psychedelic, immersed in abject hatefulness, and without a doubt for addicts of total blackened noise violence only.