���� A new slab of rabid basement insanity from fucked-up outsider grindcore outfit Decomposing Serenity? Certainly wasn't expecting to see this. Used to listen to this band's stuff alot, but it had been years since we'd heard anything from Witter Cheng's weird one-man grindcore project. This new 12" isn't actually new stuff though, but rather a collection of the band's earliest recordings. Decomposing Serenity puked up a slew of infectiously gross experimental grind assaults dating back to the mid-90s, before eventually putting out a couple of albums and splits with Last House On The Right. Like the title says, that early stuff is from Cheng's time in Melbourne, and compiles the earliest 7"s and demos that came out between 1995 and 1999. Presented in simple, primitive packaging that consists of a couple of black and white xeroxed covers and inserts, this record features some truly bizarre underground grind from this baby doll/serial murder obsessed band, which still has the ability to disturb these many years later.

���� The Rectify the Anal Bombshell demo makes up nearly half of the record, an assault of utterly inchoate, ravenous noisegrind delivered via a low-fi blur of paint-scraping grindcore guitar riffs, and slobbering bestial vocals; those vocals are some of the nuttiest I've heard, approaching Eye Yamataka-like levels of frothing, spittle-drenched throat-chaos. Samples from old serial killer documentaries and fragments of sexually explicit dialogue are strewn throughout the songs, and there's a truly demented approach to drum machine programming that lurches suddenly from whirlwinds of blasting chaotic noise to slow, rudimentary breakdowns, splattering the recording in additional bits of sonic artifacts and blown-out noise. Because of that, there's this fucked-up, almost industrialized feel to the demo, but he'll also drop in some savage riffing that suddenly pulls all of the cacophonic noise together for a moment, a roaring mass of cyclonic noisecore shot up with primitive, fucked-up death metal riffs and bursts of punky thrash.

���� The tracks from the split 7"s are even more messed up, the vocals pushed waaaaay up in the mix to terrifying levels, the noisy no-fi grindcore lurching and sputtering amid tape drop-outs, brain-damaged quasi-funky grooves and outta-nowhere breakbeats, and sudden shocking surges of violent noise. Weirdness abounds. Some of this stuff in fact comes close to Gerogerigegege/early Boredoms levels of insanity; there's an ineptitude and violent energy to these recordings that suggests the work of a genuinely unbalanced mind. And with those maniacal, blown-out vocals, really makes for a bizarre listening experience. Totally recommended if you're equally obsessed with crude old-school noisecore, The Gerogerigegege, early Earache style grind gone bad, and lone-wolf drum-machine fueled depravity.

���� Issued in a limited edition of just one hundred twelve copies on black vinyl, and is accompanied by an official Decomposing Serenity guitar pick.