[engl] Turbarum is Latin for turba, meaning stir, disturbance, tumult, uproar or trouble. Ostraca are potsherds (a broken piece of ceramic material) used for writing. Almost all found in Greece are incised; in Athens they were used particularly in voting in ostracism. The sounds carved into the flesh of “Drippy” are about as easy to describe as training a dog to understand the intricacies of quantum physics. They are etherial and violent, welcoming and forbidden, attractive and alienating. “Drippy” is an journey to a new world fraught with unknown dangers and ancient treasures. Dig responsibly. 300 copies of 150 gram black vinyl housed in a hand letterpressed jacket adorned with artwork by M.C. Escher with additional text by Sarah Hanna. Recorded, assembled and reworked by David Bailey and Cort Lippe. Mastered by John Golden.

[engl] Improvised, unrushed music with cello as the primary source. A single take recorded and processed through a myriad of hardware, software and NASA grade firmware 100% live and on the spot September 7th 2018 in Buffalo NY. 'Popped Music' is an untamed atmospheric obelisk of nightmarish scratching, serene melancholia and brisk paranoic tension reminiscent of a more deconstructed version of Gil Mellé's original electronic soundtrack to the Andromeda Strain. We haven't been able to pick our jaws up off the floor since we heard this, its fucking amazing. 300 copies of my 150 gram translucent red vinyl housed in a 24pt reverse board jacket adorned with artwork by J.P. Aurs.

[engl] LEBENDEN TOTEN is one of the greatest punk bands to ever exist and this 12min one song e.p. proves the they can still do no wrong. When we asked them if they wanted to "get weird" with a single they, albeit very slowly, jumped at the idea. We had no idea what we were in for. It blows the mind all the way open. How do they keep getting better? "Static" is a perfectly wild and superbly crafted sheet of chaotic noise with a pounding goth backbone all jacked up on Hawkwind freakout space jams. Just try and imagine what that sounds like. America's best band. Cut and paste artwork with heavy subconscious symbology laced in printed on heavy duty old world 12" single style top loading sleeves house a Chanel etched 12" single now on blue vinyl. There may be a couple migraines in there.

[engl] When Iron Lung Records hosted a weekend of shows to celebrate our 10 years of being a label we secretly recorded a bunch of the sets hoping to catch some magic. We knew LT would be a highlight (they always are) but we had no idea they would kill it this hard. Pure green lighting, swirling sirens and strobes set the room into a tense, disorienting spin. With the click of the stick a blanket of pure noise and pummeling beat came at us like a canon blast pushing the whole experience into a perfect frenzy. Seriously, there is not a single discernible mistake during the entire 25 minutes except one tiny moment where we could tell the guitar was out of tune - yeah we listened to it THAT closely, because their music deserves that kind of attention. 1000 copies on 150gr vinyl housed in a 24pt jacket with a custom die cut Halloween decoration and lyric insert included. Recorded live at The Vera Project in Seattle WA. Mixed and mastered (very hot) by Will Killingsworth. Artwork by Lebenden Toten with layout assistance by A.K. Wilson.

[engl] Following up a demo as raging as Lexicon's was is a tough thing to do for most but holy shit Devoid Of Light powerstomps that thing to radioactive dust! KJ's deathly anger/despair ridden vocals are some of the most intense in modern history. The USHC infused noise-crust riffs fit perfectly into a tensely driven percussion grenade of anxious drums and bleary, life-questioning rage. Do we need to say "explosive"? Because that is exactly what the hell it is. Get fucked up, turn the fuzz to 11 and get as strong as humanly possible. Life can be a real piece of shit sometimes, let this be the soundtrack when it is. 400 copies on black and 200 copies on "Rainier" yellow 140gr vinyl housed in a 24pt reverse board jacket with lyric insert, giant poster and download card included.

[engl] The perfect meld of Japanese noise, British chaos and American muscle. And punk as shit. Most of it clocks in at illegal decibel levels with frenzies to match but the real gem of the EP is the hypnotic mid-tempo stomper that is “Zero Sum Game”. Four glorious minutes of cascading feedback trickles over pounding riffs and acidic vocals creating a delirium wormhole some won’t ever return from. Winter is coming and it’s a fucking nasty one if this be the soundtrack. 500 copies on black 70gr vinyl housed in a “Discharge” style 12pt glue pocket sleeve with lyric sheet included.

[engl]  Malicious and unfriendly musick recorded in a secret bedsit somewhere around the vital organs of England. A swirl of industrial noise amidst a barrage of Japanese and Swedish influenced speed beat hardcore. The wrest will be mystery. Ponder and fail. Limited to 150 blue shelled cassettes housed in a minimally adorned J-card. Recorded and designed by Life Expectancy.

[engl] Biting and brittle terrestrial hardcore that conjures the speed and precision of ARTICLES OF FAITH mixed with the nihilism of FLIPPER and the mythical out-of-mindness of 80s Kyushu punks without really sounding like any of that at all. With songs questioning the very purpose of life, industrialization, globalization, war mongering and fear, these Texas punks directly obstruct the establishment by loudly proclaiming "I am not a program. I am not a system.

[engl] America's favorite new sensation, LOCK, hailing from Los Angeles, CA plays a muscular style of hardcore with ferocious intensity. If you heard the demo from last year and dug it, this ep will surely blow your head all the way off your body. Members of Cønditiøn, Doses and Fury. For fans of American punk music. 1st pressing is 800 copies on black and 200 on purple housed in a glued pocket sleeve with a lyrics insert and digital download card. Recorded by Mike Kriebel, mastered by Will Killingsworth with art by Kris Kirk.

[engl] A swirling, nasty bad boy punk record by one of Britain's finest ensembles. Negative Ecstasy takes the listener (that would be you, duh) through an aural obstacle course of thuggish pounding and piercing feedback wash. Get dirty. Where would we all be without a couple fuzz pedals? Probably listening to Vivaldi or something refined. No thanks. "I want to bash my brains out, bleed all over your drugs and watch you smoke 'em up as I drift off to the inevitable. THE LOWEST FORM is it, bruv." -Martin Ken

[engl] The titans meet again in the second collaboration between Toronto's Wolfagram, who is steadily becoming a household name in the production game working with the likes of Falcon Outlaw, God Is War, garbageface... and Luke Sick, the most known unknown and epically prolific rapper from deep West Bay CA. A real west meets east kind of beast that rolls up and smokes neat.

[engl] One of West Bay's finest underground rappers meets beats from Toronto's most promising new producer with a little help from the homies near, far and in-between. Yegg War is a little drugged, a little thugged and criminally smooth.

[engl] We stumbled on this demo floating around the internet and loved it so much we just had to make some copies and if we have any sway on you then we would love for you to hear LUZ DE GAS. They rule! Kerry Cardoza had this to say about the tape when it was first released back in January 2021: "It’s been almost a full year since I’ve had the pleasure of sweating it out in a grimy DIY venue, which might be why I warmed to this no-frills EP so quickly. The recording quality, hollow-sounding drums, and guitar feedback makes me feel like I’m in the room. You can easily imagine the band setting the tone for their set with the instrumental, warm-up-sounding opening track, which blends directly into “Los Machos Celebran.” Vocalist Muriel shrieks at the top of her voice, railing against those who don’t support the emancipation of women. And she doesn’t let up over the rest of the album, making a case for the symbolic destruction of man and calling bullshit on a cold and uncaring society."

[engl] Pointed, chaotic and forceful hardcore from Mexico City. MALCRÍA underlines their odd brand of precise punk with dark urgency and pained screams without a drop of reference or a borrowed idea. Very fresh, very real. The pure scrap of this trio is infectious and exciting. And for what it's worth, "Nadie Es Especial" is gonna be the song of the summer for sure. Something about that opening bass riff and the overall foreboding vibe of that track that keeps me coming back for more more more. 500 copies of 150gr black vinyl with an elaborately etched B-side housed in a painstakingly collaged 24pt reverse board jacket with lyric insert and download card included.

[engl] Hyper-present, immediate hardcore bursting with the disenchantment and paranoia of living in a society that does not care about our survival. Liberty and comfort are lost fantasies, yet we continue in our obscene pursuits for them. This is the crux of modern life that “Fantasías Histéricas” addresses head on, exposing an era in decline, pointing the microscope at the cracks in the foundation. Maclría is an important tool in our advance toward a more meaningful life.

[engl]  Debut LP from this Oakland quintet. 14 songs that are sure to get stuck in your head. Equal parts joy and rage, classically influenced but originally executed, circle pits and 12 strings, d-beats and Hammond organs, fist fights and tambourine breaks, angry and aggressive while thought provoking and danceable. Is it hardcore or punk, OR hardcore and punk? That’s the one dichotomy you’ll have to figure out. Black Liberation Now and Forever. 500 copies on black vinyl housed in a spot varnished black on black 24pt jacket with poster insert, sticker and download card included. Recorded and mastered by Jack Shirley. Art by Boo Boo.

[engl] Kansas City, MO’s MENTIRA are back with debut LP that'll really curl your ear hairs. They've been simmering these songs for a couple years and maaaan, they are perfecto! Snarling like THE STALIN's hardest tracks and groovin' like LA BÈSTIA on tour mode but sounding wholly their own. If you like your hardcore powerful and manic and explosive then this is the LP for you. 500 copies on 150gr black vinyl come housed in a 24pt jacket with huge newsprint poster and download card included. Art by Danni Parelman and James Roemer. Recorded by Dan Ohm. Mixed by Anthony Manganaro. Mastered by Will Killingsworth.

[engl] Brain damaged skate thrash at it's lo-finest all the way from the eastern wilds of Halifax, NS. So raw that even the freshest catch calls it cannibal fodder. 14 filthy filthies come blasting at you in a mere 16 minutes, just long enough to back lip that crusty ledge, bail and pick the gravel out of your freshly opened road rash. 500 copies black 140 gr black vinyl housed in a 24pt jacket with the premier issue of Concrete Flower skate zine included.

[engl] In the early days of punk amidst the gritty pop riffing and cocaine blasted glam holdovers of CBGB, Max’s Kansas City and the like, Negatives sauntered into life as an anti-poser power trio who enjoyed writing music that was anything but pop. Consisting of reconfigured fallout from The Erotics and Inside Out (no, not that Inside Out), they employed a jagged, machine tight, hyped up guitar centric new wave approach to skewer what little public actually saw them with biting tracks about drugging, paranoia, anxiety and the mindless contentment of standard humans. Big city shit… Without much support, they managed to gig for about 6 months or so before disappearing into the hazy annals of the “me decade”. They did manage to track a few songs and release this lone EP that was all but lost until a lucky thumb met a curious eye in a New York record bin. With some help from friends, we were able to rescue this incredible EP from obscurity and we are beyond excited to offer this KBD monster to you now, freshly remastered from the original and finally in a picture sleeve.

[engl]  "Astronomicon features driving uptempo beats, ringing choruses, and twin-guitar harmonies that segue into improvised jams invoking the MC5 at their Sun Ra-channeling best, cruise through talkbox-laden breakdowns and finish with pulse-revving big bang crescendos. Inspiration for the tracks came from places as lofty as long summers spent working fire lookouts on remote mountaintops, to lowly as a need for cathartic musical release after inter-band fights. As its arresting cover imagery (painted by Brittany Stallings) suggests, Nudity pulls listeners to a place where the earthiest, most carnal human attributes bend around to meet supernal desires, while vouching that lovers of grit-filled Rock'n'roll get a headbanging fix. You can liken it to time travel, space travel, or space-time travel, but once on board, Nudity will take you to sonic frontiers in a style all their own. The current lineup might be their most impressive yet, bringing talent from bands such as the Tight Bro's From Way Back When, Hysterics, The Need, Sex/Vid, Broken Water and more."

[engl] Furious militaristic hardcore that sounds like napalm falling on a bomb factory. “Defcon” twists the screws on a world where lasting peace is a fantasy and people are in constant battle with inner demons and external devils. At best we can hope for brief reprieves between clashes. Man will not survive this endeavor. In fact, neither did P.S.Y.W.A.R. as they are no longer an active entity. R.I.P.

[engl] Do you ever sit in your room and just stare at the wall repeating a mantra to yourself? Because it’s all you can do to not totally wreck everything in sight? We do that too and most of the music that’s playing sounds like this PAPRIKA record. This is their mantra: “Destroying Shit… Ruining Lives…” To be repeated over and over while digesting this deliberately paced rampaging hardcore punk record. “Let’s Kill Punk”, with it’s massive sounding production, is all outward facing hostility projected larger than life onto you sorry public inhabitants. Creepy crawl to hell or die trying, punk. 300 on black, 200 on opaque brick red.

[engl] Driving, violence infused noise punk coming out of the beautiful grime of New Orleans with sweaty, angry songs about colonization, greed, excess, exploitation and the “Insane Machine” that is America’s political system. Pure punk music. This demo fucking rules, okay?

[engl] Even though they have a song called “Moment of Silence” this record has everything but. Pure crazed thrashing punk that brings back the feelings of rough 90’s hardcore with a patchwork of personal and political rapid fire lyrics, manic drumming, distortion on everything and noisy samples between songs. Make no mistake this ain’t some paper thin ADAT recording though, “Free Your Mind!” is fucking pummeling. Like when the 00's came around and hardcore bands starting recording on tape again and everything got saturated back to how it’s supposed to be. Warm, crunchy and bombastic. This record rips your face off. Damn it though, I liked having a face. 500 copies of custom etched 140gr black vinyl housed in a 24pt reverse board jacket with a massive poster and download card inside.