�� Beginning in 2012, Irish label Hell Comes Home began to unleash a subscription club series of 7"s that featured pairings of some of the best bands in the noise-rock/sludge/doom underground (and beyond); featuring the likes of Thou, Fistula, Burning Love, Dead Elephants, and Coffinworm, this series delivered all-new material from the artists involved, each 7" featuring one song from each band along with a digital download code for the music. In addition, each 7" is presented in a cream-colored jacket with striking original artwork from Polish designer Kuba Sok�lski, who illustrated each of these singles with a different mutant insect-like monstrosity, rendered in the sort of detail that you would expect from an entomological text. The look and feel of these records got my collector's vein pulsating in a big way, and we've managed to snag a selection of these 7"s for the C-Blast shop; numbers are limited, of course, and several of the entries in the Hell Comes Home series are already out of print...

//No doubt due to my general bad attitude, the Coffinworm / Fistula split is my favorite entry in this whole series. It's certainly the most vicious, featuring one new song each from blackened sludge fiends Coffinworm and Ohio bruisers Fistula; Coffinworm's "Instant Death Syndrome" is first, crushing you with grueling blackened sludge, an assault of crawling heaviness that erupts into chaotic blastbeats and blackened minor key creepiness, a rumbling black mass of down-tuned horror, scathing screams bleeding into monstrous roars, the band's hateful lumbering power encrusted in black filth and swallowing all light, a cruel deathdirge aimed straight into the abyss. And as if things couldn't get any bleaker, then Fistula show up to really ruin your day with their grinding narco-anthem "Drugs And Deception", putrid screams straining over the band's creeping Frostian sludge, the despair and disgust radiating off the record in waves of black energy, until it suddenly shifts into an epic, almost Sabbathian riff in the second half that'll leave you pounding your shaking, DT-addled fist in the air.