A truth-in-advertising title for this comp. Much lo-fi messed-up noise indicating the use of hallucinogenics by the parties involved (as if band names such as Bull Anus and Kraqhaas didn’t clue you in). Alternately liberating in that there are still people producing and releasing such fetishistic noise and scary in the evident level of their commitment to something so frighteningly unlikable and dare I say, poor quality. Some tracks might work as Z-rate backwoods Black Sabbath if they weren’t recorded directly to a 39-cent bulk-purchase cassette through a $10 mic and a $20 boombox from Walgreens.

1. Slow, muffled beats and swirly churning noise
2. Quivery, overloaded throbbing
3. Confused vocals over revving feedback
4. Sort of a riff in there somewhere; lots of dirty sounds
5. Laughing and talking from some cheesy horror or sci-fi flick played over a car wreck of badly played guitar noise
6. Slow percussive riff lurching into oblivion … but not quickly enough
7. Light hitting of objects and monotonous strumming of one or two chords on a guitar; but geez, the track actually exhibits some dynamic range, some development
8. Reverbed guitar what sounds like a warm electric piano make this dreamy
9. Bull Anus takes no prisoners with a storm of electronic noise
10. Track 9 times twice the volume
11. Oscillating guitar bit serves as rhythmic and melodic foundation of an increasingly congested mix that goes on maybe 8 minutes too long
12. I guess this is the track I wished for during the preceding one – similar idea but 1/3 the length
13. Ear-shredding guitar noise dressed up like the country bumpkin cousin of a Medicine song, i.e., with great effort but little success
14. Mercifully mellow keyboard tune
15. Somewhat ominously droning and almost pretty in a way