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TF 020LP
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"Pressure. Steam. Scrap yard drainage, leaking into the corners. Mold and mildew -- seepage. Cracks, crevices containing black days and red nights. The infection is spreading. False and forgotten. The Butcher, as he's known amongst friends and enemies, slices his way though flesh and bone on his first vinyl appearance and his finest moment to date. Contaminating the A-side with sick tones, nauseating hiss and whine, the rumble and wet sadism of clogged sinuses led to climax in an orgy of rotten magnetic tape. Mongrel howls and junkyard threats make up the unhealthy flip of this record -- the slowest of rhythmic thump wrought in contrast to relentless clang reminding of the new, no, The OLD Blockaders. It ends the second you wake up. Throw your vacant body in the gutter." --Greh Holger (Hive Mind, Chondritic Sound). Edition of 320 with hand-screened textured card stock covers.
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