Limited edition of 500 split LPs complete with unique individually hand-painted/silk-screened sleeves and glossy full-colour insert. Cousins Of Reggae follow-up their killer Our Mouth CD with a side of post Harry Pussy avant garage scorch that's listed as “History And Prehistory Of Hudson's Bay In Five Parts” and reads like a massively updated rundown of variously torched scum/noise strategies as applied to skateboarding-carrying avant gardists with a penchant for the slackest aleatoric metal. Unbelievable. Mouthus side is just phenomenally dozed, two huge sqouching roars of marshmallow-heavy damage that work hiccupping hillbilly rhythms into the kind of ferocious wall-of-mong previously erected by committed actionists like Hijokaidan, Hasil Adkins and Royal Trux. Too much. Highest possible recommendation.

Scored a bunch of copies of the tough-to-locate debut LP from Montreal’s ultra-trashed guitar/drums duo Cousins Of Reggae, who have enjoyed a bunch of mind-bending hook-ups with the equally dazed Mouthus duo. Summah Slamma presents a couple of gobs full of degraded post Harry Pussy hardcore with a touch of Birthday-Party-plays-grindcore dynamics and the kind of deliriously effected vocals and low-grade fidelity that makes the whole thing taste of badly cut acid. Hand-numbered edition of 310 LPs all in individually hand screened and painted sleeves, every one unique. Recommended.

Limited LP from this Canada-based riot squad, best loved for their excellent split with Mouthus. Quartz goes beyond the heavily-barbecued Harry Pussy moves of their previous releases and further into new realms of lurch that would combine riffs that sound like I Wanna Be Your Dog tied to streamrollers and dragged on their face through Industrial warehouse with the deforming use of clotted F/X, endless vistas of crunch and some fucking bandstand rocking moves that make you wonder what The Birthday Party might’ve sounded like if they dug Demo Moe more than fucking Gene Pitney. With colour paste-on sleeves.