���Just look at that cover. A striking vintage shot of the achingly gorgeous Edwige Fenech, captured in partially disrobed state, all soft-focus, taken from one of the many 70's era Italian films that she starred in. Most modern audiences would probably only recognize Fenech from her cameo in Eli Roth's Hostel II, if at all. But for those of us with a taste for black gloves and lurid images of violence and eroticism, Fenech's exquisite form is unforgettable. Her bewitching looks haunted some of the greatest gialli of the 1970s, like Your Vice Is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key, The Case of the Bloody Iris, and The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh, often working with the great director Sergio Martino.

��� No stranger to obsessive gialli worship, noise artist Sam McKinlay of The Rita would seem to share our enchantment with the lovely Fenech and her body of work, performing alongside members Dan Johansson (Sewer Election, �ttestupa) and Nolan Throop (Kakerlak) to pay homage to the actress by sculpting immense slabs of ego-obliterating electronic noise. Much like The Rita's fetishistic noisescapes dedicated to McKinlay's other specific obsessions, there's nothing that sonically ties Fenech to this recording beyond the concept, but the trio's "Eurotrash Woman Worship" is still an utterly hypnotic listening experience as they carve out these two side-long monoliths of blackened static. This stuff is heavy, combining massive low-end rumbling with faint fragments of musicality that are pushed so far into the red that they appear as subliminal traces of melody that move ghostlike through the crushing magma-flow of burnt-out over-modulated drone, a wall of speakercrushing distortion battered by waves of tectonic crunch. It's firmly based in the HNW aesthetic, but if you're a fan of that sort of extreme, monotonous harsh noise, Capricorn delivers exactly what you need, and there's an atmospheric undercurrent here that gives the album an interesting feel. Massive, trance-inducing distortion that churns relentlessly like violent currents within an ocean of sulfuric gas and broken glass, dense and oppressive and mesmerizing, right up there with the best stuff from The Rita. Comes with a large full-color poster that features an equally striking image of Fenech that I could stare at all day. Limited to two hundred fifty copies.