Now available as a limited-edition tape from new label The Omega (an offshoot of The End Records), this pairs up Fistula's latest full-length Vermin Prolificus with the four tracks from the band's Ignorant Weapon 7" along with some additional bonus tracks, including vicious cover versions of Fang's "Destroy The Handicapped", GG Allin & Anti-Seen's "I Love Nothing", Overkill L.A.'s "Ladies In Leather", and Cro-Mags' "Life Of My Own". Limited to three hundred copies.

The latest feast of filth from these Clevo scum-beasts, Vermin Prolificus delivers seven new tracks of fucked-up, violent sludgecore that's some of the grooviest stuff I've heard from 'em since Goat. Never ones to tinker with what makes them such a vicious listening experience, the band brings us the same sort of feedback-smeared, sample-laden misanthropy that we know and love, songs like "Smoke Cat Hair & Toe Nails" hurtling through an utterly hideous mix of shambling slow-mo sludge metal and ferocious crossover-tinged thrash. As on previous albums, Fistula use sinister samples lifted from various television programs and other pop-culture dead-ends, re-employing them here to extol the virtues of hard drug abuse, mutilation, and other depravities. The way that they mix those samples into their abject, abrasive sludge as always recalls the likes of Dystopia and Buzzoven, but Fistula jack up their sound with so much feral thrash and D-beat driven mayhem that they've turned into something uniquely diseased and demented, with a taste for high-speed carnage that gives us the occasional churning blasts of noisy, mangled grindcore that erupt out of their agonized slow-mo slogs through suffering and dementia.

Yep, Vermin's got all of this, from short blasts of thrashing savagery like "Harmful Situation" and "Goat Brothel" to the rabid buzzsaw punk of "Upside Down" and back into those terrible, torturous crawls through gaping sewers on tracks like "Pig Funeral". It gets really abusive with the monstrous thirteen minute title track, where they drag their down-tuned, ultra-heavy riffage through a septic daze of grinding black crush and urban violence, the whole track almost totally instrumental save for the disturbing collage of sampled voices that the band stitches together across the sprawling , hypnotic puke-groove. The whole Lp is also loaded with those killer tempo shifts that Fistula pulls off so well, dropping from speedy, scum-encrusted thrash in the most devastating manner possible, the amped-up tempos downshifting with bone-breaking abruptness into disgustingly heavy riffs that instantaneously boil your blood. Ridiculously heavy stuff, and with killer album art from both Luciana Nedelea and Frank Oblak, illustrating Fistula's foul scumscape where the only catharsis is found through acts of brutal violence and ritualized narcotic use. Still yet to be disappointed by anything that Fistula has put out, fans of their misanthropic filth will get all the pain they seek and more - can't recommend this enough if you're addicted to the hateful negativity and tar-pit nihilism of bands like Grief, Eyehategod and Buzzoven.