The first five seconds of The Cosmic Gash makes us think we're in for some Loveless meets Japanese noise action, but then our brainplate
gets clawed off by Bbblood's massive skree trepanation, and we're left whipped and defeated. This is noxious ear-bleeding death/feedback/violence screaming
out of the same bloody maw as those other recent Audiobot jams from Ichorous and Villa Valley that abused us earlier this year, a merciless blizzard of
destroyed microphones, metal clang, verbal spunk, cheap stomp box apocalypse and electronic drills, while also sprouting little blossoms of almost-melody and
glitched drones out of the jet engine headfuck. Bbblood manages to eke out some of the most cranium splintering, cobra conjuring feedback we've encountered
burnt to aluminum on this sucker...gotta recommended this to anyone who feels Borbetomagus is too soft. Comes in a sexy slipcase spattered in pixel spew by
Italian beach-dweller Tisbo, in an edition of only 65 copies.