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ERECTILE DEMENTIA  Kiss Every Ass And Suck Every Dick  7" VINYL   (Backwoods Butcher)   5.98


���� Another one of my latest obsessions is the hillbilly noisecore outfit Erectile Dementia, who exploded into a frenzy of activity this past year, cranking out nearly a half-dozen releases in short order. And they all pulverize. It's the current one-man band from Kentucky maniac Doug Long, who has a ridiculous amount of projects and bands on his C.V., though he's probably most recognizable by extreme music enthusiasts as a member of the thrashcore bands Hellnation and Brody's Militia. The guy is clearly a speedfreak (musically speaking, of course), and his Erectile Dementia stuff takes that to another level, unleashing a ferocious and eccentric brand of noisecore that incorporates hard rock and punk elements, and actually writes songs around his ultra-violent eruptions of chaotic blurrcore. Might be some of the "catchiest" noisecore-type stuff I've heard, as well as some of the heaviest. We've picked up a bunch of his 7" titles, all of which are pretty ripping.

���� Another in the big batch of new 7"s from noisecore rock n' roll machine Erectile Dementia, Kiss Every Ass And Suck Every Dick delivers more of the nutzoid ultra-violence and catchy riffery that has turned this one-man band into one of my new favorite noisecore outfits. Handling all of the instruments, sole member Omega Anf�hrer (aka Doug Long from Kentucky blastcore outfits Brody's Militia and Hellnation) crams twelve songs of rocking, super-catchy heaviness onto this platter, combining his blasts of cyclonic, skull-shredding noisecore and guttural echoing beast-belches with huge punk hooks and infectious and energetic 70's style hard rock riffs, sometimes injecting shockingly melodic hooks that come raging out of the hyperspeed chaos. There's also the occasional blast of new wavey synthesizer mixed in here, the production is pretty heavy, and the songs rage. Not the no-fi earhate we usually look for, but Erectile Dementia's approach is so gloriously weird and rockin' I can't get enough of this stuff, especially when those Nugent-style riffs and garage punk hooks suddenly tear out of the Anal Cunt-esque blurr.

���� Limited to three hundred copies on black vinyl.