Starting off with a long track of one my favorite projects ever, Armenia. You will instantly understand why I have been listening to LS's work for over the decade that I have. Harsh as the time I saw a man take a baseball bat to another man's month, smashing his teeth to bits and just as vivid. Ouch, and I mean holy fuck. Is that, that and stuff like that? Painful with the unrelenting force of man at the wheel, commanding your lost soul as if were an ice cream bar, sucking your life way little by little you melt in to nothing, while the noise is caked with gluttonous waves of feedback crashing against the little sanity left in your human fabric, gorging repeatedly on itself only to fester in stench at maximum volume the sound is spewing out large saturated steaming piles of nervousness. Noise for the whole neighborhood, so please play at this demanding volume for such thick audio sludge would be so ever grateful if you could smother the entire block of nards that line your streets with a newly melted air residue that will encase there pathetic lives forever in the mind numbing present. Share the love you greedy fuck and Contact LS The next three tracks are by Others People's Children, a project that I was lucky to have found up having a few tracks on that myspace thingy. The sound is a bit week on my copy, but if you just crank the volume on this mother, it becomes a little better. An interesting mix of harsh noise, power electronics, and DIE, DIE, DIE as the noise just pummels you like a grinder of flesh and bone. Maybe that is why the volume is a bit off, hell, this might actually fuck you up more than must are willing to admit if it were at a stronger volume. Ruthless as a blind, recently escaped mental patient turned barber asked for a shave and a haircut, ah the joy of hacking away at your throat will bring to the handicap-able. As the second OPC track pours through my speakers with a density that few could match and far more wouldn't even try, the sound continues at this pace for the entire track. This is heavy as fuck, good luck standing after that. Last up is a bit more varied with a sprinkle of crackling higher pitches that mulches away at nearly the same speed, velocity and strength as the last track; this is thick, dense noise for that harsh noise high that brings a smile to your face and a look of confusion to everyone else. Be sure to get a hold of the good people at http://www.otherpeopleschildren.tk/ (Joe Lombardo)
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