Nihilistic and terminally misanthropic vileness, transmitted by vicious electronics that feel like they could have been received by a distant, still-functioning Feraliminal Lycanthropizer. A follow-up to a previous split that these German outfits did together, Sacrificial Rites of Devotion, these like-minded terror units once again join forces to counter and contrast each another's individual approach to power electronics and blackened noise. It's a face-melter. Scatmother unleash four tracks of brutal PE before Chaos Cascade (which features a member of porno-grind legends Gut) takes over with three pieces of his own demonic death-tronix; both have already established themselves as serious purveyors of ultra-abrasive abstraction, but their respective styles combine for a special kind of potency.

Scatmother immediately evokes the derangement of classic Control and Slogun material: no preamble, this blasts straight into a murderous maelstrom of razor-edged electronic noise, insane feedback overload, and bellowing, hateful vocals. Shrieking, ultra-violent power electronics that go for maximal sense-destruction. The first track "Pixie Dust (Never Turn Old)" rips through you like a blastwave of radioactive shrapnel and debris, this unceasing avalanche of over-modulated psychedelic chaos with those pissed-off roaring vocals on point. A "classic" later-stage power electronics assault, reminiscent of the aforementioned U.S. artists, but with the trippy, tumbling effects-fucked signals and piano-wire sinewaves and sheer overwhelm of the recording evoking some of the lysergic elements of Bastard Noise and Bizarre Uproar. But when this suddenly pivots into "Your Own Funeral", that storm of sound changes into this evil two-chord distorted riff, a ferocious synth-like dirge grinding through the spurts of heavily-processed vocal bile and swooping chirps and warbling noise. Pretty intense, and dark. There's this dynamism as you move through the Scatmother "side" that gives these four tracks increased impact, and the use of the repetitive, crunching "riffs" bring a whole new level of heaviness to it all. The lyrics, presented in the disc's booklet, are sinister third-person accounts of death, suicide, rot...vague and weirdly poetic, adding their own morbidity to this nearly twenty-minute abuse session. High-quality PE carved into softened flesh with the precision of a surgical scalpel, this stuff ain't for the faint-hearted.

The three Chaos Cascade tracks that follow have arcane-sounding titles presented in all caps ("BHIOXESZ", "YIXETHRILBH", "VHYCTA"), which I suppose is fitting for the incredibly combative and carnal nature of the recordings. Like the other Chaos Cascade releases I've picked up, this exists on the further edges of electronic pandemonium. Good god, is this heavy. The change in tone is palpable; the first track emerges with a slow-motion pneumatic jackhammer pulse as waves of nightmarish, ridiculously distorted snarls prowl over the increasingly massive wall of putrescent sound. Like their predecessor, this is rooted in the more brutal end of contempo power electronics, but Chaos Cascade warps the deafening distortion, rhythmic pummel, and demonic utterances into something far blacker and even more malignant. There's this almost ritualistic quality on "BHIOXESZ" as the noise and vocals wind around that eternal grinding churn, a titanic war-drum / death-engine pounding beneath the surface of the earth, the only thing breaking through the corrosive tempest. That looping, rhythmic element exists on "YIXETHRILBH" and "VHYCTA" as well, a percussive repetitious machine working beneath the layers and layers of acidic noise, blown-the-fuck-out vocal profanity, needle-like feedback, and acid-soaked use of delay and echo. Definitely a very fucked-up "black noise" vibe with this stuff; that last track in particular has a Mz.412 feel to its lurching, hellish machine-crunch, black smoke-stack atmosphere and guttural intensity. When you learn that Olli Roder of weird gore/grind bands Libido Airbag, Nunwhore Commando 666, and Gut is the entity behind this, it makes sense why there is such a "heaviness" to Cascades' chaotic crush. This stuff is devastating.

The two definitely compliment each other. Either one of these artists are highly recommended for those into the most demolishing, misanthropic strains of power electronics and death industrial, and together they drag your senses through nearly forty minutes of unapologetic violence. Limited to two hundred copies.