We're getting into some of the really hyper-obscure weirdness that crawled out of the Connecticut punk underground of the 1990s here, with the other hunk of Bobby's low-fi blastcore that originally came out in 1997, two years after that bizarre debut flexidisc that TPOS put out. Even though I was obsessed with the whole Ax/ction Records and Fudgeworthy scene, and I would always see this band's name on their ads and appearing on comps like the notorious Audio Espionage 8" record, I didn't take the time to check out Bobby until years after these two releases came out, thinking for some reason that it was some silly comedic hardcore punk band.

Man, did I have it all wrong.

If I had heard this stuff when it came out, I would have been playing this shit non-stop in my apartment. Now, for context, back in the earliest internet days, this duo managed to keep the lineup a buried secret, but that air of mystery (for better or for worse) has since passed. A concept band of sorts, this is Connecticut punk legend Malcolm Tent (Bunnybrains / Antiseen / Profanatica / GG Allin & The Bloody Apostles) on guitar, bass and vocals, and black/death metal pioneer Paul Ledney (Profanatica / Havohej / Toten / Incantation) on drums and vocals, performing under the guise of a formerly sane British policeman who makes his way to Los Angeles as part of a cultural exchange program, and returns to the UK as a psychotic, ultra-violent "bobby" forms a band who dishes out extrajudicial savagery with demented glee. It's a bonkers scenario that the duo takes to the extreme.

And on British Shootfight, this nutzoid British vice-squad goes totally bugfuck. Hurling thirteen songs of blown-out weirdo hardcore punk played at spastic tempos, the drums and bass and guitar barely in sync as they blast out ultra-primitive thrashcore, oscillating between crude three-chord HC punk, whacked-out drum breaks, near-grind-level chaos and chunks of barbaric caveman dirge. I don't have a lyric sheet for this tape, but it's pretty apparent from the start that these guys are spitting an endless stream of politically incorrect, irrepressibly rude, completely cockeyed invectives told from the perspective of these complete asshole policemen. Songs like "Die Fancy Lad!", "Fish And Chips, Boots And A Badge", "I Will Kill You With My Club", "Double Stick Action" and "Kop Klan" all paint a pretty ugly picture of these drug n' violence obsessed uniformed thugs; this stuff certainly has some moments of brutal hilarity spun amongst the no-fi thrash, and the "fake" British accents (those rolled "r"s are something else....) all crank the absurdity up even further.

Musically, the Shootfight tape sorta reminds me of some blood-stained middle ground between Siege and Rupture, with hints of UK thrashcore a la Ripcord and Heresy mixed in along with the most atavistic blasts from Deep Wound. Completely dumb, violent, knuckle-dragging oddball HC geared up for a riot with each forty-five second assault. The whole thing barely cracks the thirteen minute mark, and it's wild shit.