NO MUSIC ONLY WARNOISE FOR A FALLEN WORLD OF SCUMS
FANS OF METHGOAT TSALAL KILOTON WILL HATE THIS SHIT
DIE ON YOUR KNEES

"From the first rupturing second, it is evident that Shemhamforassfuck bears no allegiance to traditional structures or restraint. Their sound coils and combusts in a frenzy that calls to mind the raw abrasiveness of Tsalal or the malice of Methgoat, but adds something more, an abyssal churn of decay and gleeful vulgarity, scorched in low fidelity, each track is drowned in reverb and distortion as though clawing its way through a mire of blood and bile. Drums rattle as chains dragged across concrete, and vocals, indecipherable and monstrous, echo as if shouted through gas masks during a spiritual purge. Riffs, if one dares name them so, are less melodic statements than violent gestures scraped against rusted frets.

There is an oddly scholarly undertone beneath the chaos, a Nietzschean smirk behind the broken teeth, hinting at philosophical depths, though they are buried under a putrescent wrath, howling not for glory but for glorious ruination. This is not an easy listen, nor is it intended to be. It is a soundscape for the damned and the devout alike, the rarefied space where ugliness achieves a strange and terrible beauty." ~ Mao da Gloria

DIY dub on piss-yellow tapes with handwritten Maxell label stickers. Inkjet-printed J-card spattered with pig blood. J-card reverse side has one of twenty-four unique tabloid headlines from the world of scums, as well as a handwritten credits line and number out of twenty-four. Limited to 24 copies.