Alien Crucifixion - Relics of a Dark Star

Raped by Xenu, Enslaved by Reptoids...no not the latest Gloria Estefan album, just some maniacal grindcore from where else but Roswell, NM. And you know it's pretty good too. Good for those late night X-Files marathons where you just want to mute the sound and revel in some Agent Scully. You might be able to get a little Wizard of Oz/DSoftheM type of thing going on tooo.

Relix

Hardware

Old school experimental death metal from Mexico. Both the Cyber Death demo from '90 and Souls Vortex ep from '92 are absolutely strange eerie chilling death metal with an atmosphere like no other...and Souls Vortex has one of the most awesome death metal covers ever, definitely one of my favorites anyway! I mean the fuckin zombies/aliens are wearing bowties, vomitting blood, pounding on an eviscerated man's ribcage and one is using it's own spinal column as a saxophone. About sums up the musick perfectly!!

Cyber Death

Souls Vortex

Ingurgitating Oblivion - Voyage Towards Abhorrence

On this daze of thanx, as you ingurgitate yourself into oblivion on your fried brined roast and butter-infused giblets, feast your ears on this turkey...an overflowing cornucopia of Cryptopsy-esque slam-tech-vortexian death. Sure to put a smile on your loved ones faces' and turn them into a quivering pile of smashed pertaters.

Happy Thanksgiving Fuckers!!

Gravity - The Window To The Unknown

Sci-fi grinding madness that has some wonderfully alien riffing...Gravity mix it up a bit with clean guitar passages and unpredictable song structures...Czech out the grim head-destroying cycle of insanity that is the last 3 minutes of Suffocate Yourself. Holy Shit!!!

The Window To The Unknown

Alienation Mental - Ball Spouter

Crazzee ass jazz/hip-hop Czech grind madness in the vein of  Disharmonic Orchestra, early Cephalic Carnage and the Czech aesthetic. Prepare to have your ball's spouted.

Ball Spouter

Fredrik Thordendal's Special Defects - Sol Niger Within

The untempered bile associated with any and all screw-loose conspiracy theorists permeates this sprawling composition that takes the best elements of Meshuggah, subtracts the worst (ie Jens Kidman's vocals), and extrapolates their already formidable melodic and experimental components onto a much bigger canvas.
Using F. Thordendal's signature Confessor gone Alpine riff modalities as a base around which alien motifs oscillate, an air of soaring Reptilian bombast is established; to which snarled wraithen rasps are added as spice.
Morgan Agren's drumming holds down the jagged groove when necessary, but is just as likely to convulse into a trance of ghost notes and flagellated abstraction (eg the ballsout athleticism of Tathagata).  All in all, an awesome display of Apocalyptic-Free-Jazz-Cyber-Jam-Metal.

S.M.E.S. - The Good, The Bad & Me

No, S.M.E.S. isn't a scrambled spelling of mess, although that would be all too fitting.  S.M.E.S. is actually an acronym for the Dutch phrase "Schijten Met Een Stijve", which loosely translated means "to shit with a hard on."  Techno-cybergrind is the name of the game, and judging from the shit-eating grin of that charming little critter on the cover, you're in for a swell time.

The Good, The Bad & Me