���� Gear up for another speaker-scrambling noisecore attack! And when it comes to noisecore, I still can't get enough CSMD in my diet. That Dutch band is one of the best blurr outfits out there right now, fusing ferociously fucked-up electronic effects and spacey weirdness to their brutal, bass-heavy blast-chaos, with a bizarre sense of humor that sees them covering riffs from the Star Wars theme, worshipping tentacular alien life forms, and channeling 70's era American sci-fi television into their maniacal mess.

���� As far as their side to this recent split with Belgian grindpunks Agathocles goes, just imagine Hawkwind and Anal Cunt being mashed together in a sausage grinder and you'll have a general idea of what's up. On their half of this 7", you get a smattering of their brain-damaged surf-rock mixed in with the crazed echo-plex damaged chaos, but this stuff also sounds heavier than usual, the whirlwind blastnoise and churning anti-riffage often lurching abruptly into pulverizing slo-mo dirges and weird, insanely blown-out space rock freak-outs. But as always, the theremin playing is out of control, and the drug use is rampant. Quite possibly the living heirs to the throne of psychedelic garageblast left empty by the mighty C.S.S.O..

���� It's cool to see that Agathocles are still going, and are still as noisy as ever. This new stuff is especially raw though, more hardcore than grind, but when that bone-rattling bass guitar kicks in, I know exactly who it is I'm listening to. The guitar playing for these four songs is particularly wild, with lots of sloppy, atonal solos screaming over their primitive three-chord riffs, the drums a rapid clatter. Definitely feels a bit different from their older stuff, rougher and noisier and more chaotic, as if these guys had been overdosing on old Confuse vinyl during the songwriting process. Total noisepunk.