Comfort

The aptly named Fuck Music Productions label brings us a lo-fi gem from Japan—blatantly anti-musical and amateur fucking-around that somehow could fit under the umbrella term “noise” if you really needed to categorize it. This unearthed '93 recording consists of loops of sludgy apathy, whirring buzzing distortion, radio manipulation, static, screaming voices, etc. It will sound like the transmitter has been taken over by aliens or radioactive lizards, which I guess is a step up from sounding like the transmitter has blown up, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.

1. (7:41) sloppy caveman bass guitar rumbling over some echoing drum machines and AM radio babble
2. (9:59) layers of feedback and fuzz gradually joined by some metallic clanging, black metal screeches from another dimension, pulsating insanity