���We've picked up all three of the initial releases from UK breakcore label Omega Warfare; much like fellow Brits Legs Akimbo, the Omega Warfare aesthetic is entrenched in the most violent and extreme fringes of breakcore / speedcore, and their offerings from the likes of Company Fuck, Yudlugar, are Dj Skull Vomit all deliver insane levels of electronic chaos. If there's a dancefloor clamoring for this stuff, it's probably somewhere within the seventh circle of Hell.

��� The second 7" from Omega Warfare features Australian mashup maniac Scott Sinclair under his Company Fuck alias, teamed up with the mind-melting Frankenstitched breakcore of Spain's Santisima Virgen Maria. Company Fuck serves up three tracks of fragmented experimental speedcore ("After Afterlife Disco", "The Wordless Utterings Of The All-Ignoring Shit-God Are Just Wordless Utterings", "Metacarpal Vividness Is Still All You'll Find") that mash together skull-splintering splittercore-style noise and extreme distorted drones with a hellscape of howling voices, splattered samples, clipped song fragments, violent tape carnage, random bleeping chaos, pulsating low-end electronics, and other shredded sonic detritus into a nightmarish pandemonium of mutant blast-collage and hellish digi-grind that at some points sort of resembles a cracked-out Shitmat being chopped up, devoured and vomited back up into a Technicolor stew of plunderphonic violence. To be honest, I started to get the feeling that this guy's stuff is a heluva lot closer to the crazed noisecore delirium of bands like The Gerogerigegege or Hanatarash, albeit filtered through the maniacal speedcore extremism of the Grindcore Karaoke / Legs Akimbo speedcore scene.

��� Over on the other side, the three tracks from Santisima Virgen Maria are considerably easier on the ears, though it's still plenty chaotic - hewing even closer to that Shitmat style of splattery, manic mash-up, these tracks blend together a tongue-in-cheek humor with massive skittering breaks and old school electro samples with spastic tom patterns, and lots of frantic chopped up rhythmic spasms, shifting from Latin street grooves to random profanity, classic doo-wop to big brass fanfares to mutant funk to migraine-inducing gabber raveups and 5,000 mph splittertronik blasts in the space of a minute. Abrasive as fuck.