Crushing basement scum/dirge/racket from Hair Police circa 2005. The Lexington, KY trio of Robert Beatty, Mike Connelly (also of Wolf Eyes) and Trevor Tremaine navigate destroyed noise rock jams through eruptions of overloaded analogue electronics and random percussive clatter. Hair Police is one of those bands that always gets tagged with the "noise" label, but this is way more than just noise...this is a fucked up, satanic splatterpunk version of free improv, as guitar, bass, drums, oscillators and tapes congeal into a sticky, pungent mass fused to the brutal un-rock of bands like Burmese and Wolf Eyes (whose John Olson appears on the title track to lay down some face ripping saxophone) and jammed through a chain of 100 broken-down turntables all playing warped copies of a haunted house soundtrack album. Formless guitar noise wraps itself around threatening tone loops and horrific time-stretched screams of anguish rippling out of the basement. Sub-metal bass vomit stalks along the floor and mindless trashcan blastbeats teeter over on their side. This shit rocks HARD. Gnarly times, indeed. Highly recommended.