The paper wrapper fell to the floor
Inpped the inner foil off a dark brown
sectioned bar of chocolate broke off
a piece and hastily shoved it into my
open mouth. It was quite a chunk. I
gnawed away smashing my jaws
down, breaking up the substance intol
smaller particles. A dribble of brown
saliva ran down the front of my chin
Reaching up. I pressed my fingers
against the spittle, smearing it across
my face in hopes of wiping it clean
Suddenly a piercing agony roared
from the left side of my bottom jaw
like a nail had just been rammed full
spear into my molar. My head careen-
ed violently to the left as the pain ran
amok through my lower jaw and into.
my neck Thrusting open my mouth.
I spit out the gooey contents, and
they slobbered out across my tace
The unrelenting pain grew stronger
as I rushed to the faucet, quickly fur-
ning on the water and splashing it up
into my mouth to ease the anguish
The liquid cleansed my onfice of the
brown goo, but not the pain Jaring
my mouth open. I smashed my face
into the mirror to see where this
radical misery was coming from
Sure enough, a cavity, diseasing it's
way through the molar as the sugar
from the chocolate added the ham-
mering blow of xain to my presence.
Still vibrant with pulsating pounds.
the cavity was aflame in excruciating
pain I needed to relax, calm the
ache, take my mind off the hurt lan
cination I plugged a small, set of
earphones into my ears: I saw the
cassette was intact. I pressed play.
and the reels began to move. I heard
no sound, so 1 spun the volume
wheel forward. The noise charged in-
to my head and at that instant my
tooth ache exploded in wincing
agony, as the sound frequency stir-
red up the pain, greater than before
I screamed aloud. falling back to the
floor, shaking with trauma. The noise
was destroying my mind, the pain
had completely taken over. Then I
recognized the sound coming out of
the earphones; it was the dentist drill
searing away the tooth decay. I look.
ed up and saw the dentist's arm in my
mouth and the assistant watching.
Then I remembered where I was. The
gas had worn off and I could feel the
surge of the drill. It was all just an il-
lusion brought on by the gas, but the
pain was real. I tried to signal to the
Frantic Scratchings A bizarre rendering of psychosis by Jaime Trujillo.
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dentist, but he just looked at me and
said, rinse. The screaming drill of
madness barked loudly into my cavity
of the Puszone. Tsk. tsk. tsk. zone
time again. Three 220 stamps gets
you stickers and lists. So send to
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Perhaps the best straight attack
out of Sweden is the raging power
house combustion of Anti-Cimex.
With three forceful EPs of chaotic
50
speed/mayhem behind their belts.
Anti-Cimex return from a long
absence with a brutal slab of a
twelve-inch mini LP that still holds the
fierce energy Reckless abandon
runs amok as this early Discharge in-
fluenced hardcore ensemble boils
with a flavor that invigorates with
rapid action. A slight metallic addition
to the sound doesn't stop the
stampede of blurring riffs and heavy
charges Jonsson's deep, growling
vocals roar across each composition
with a harsh effect, yet equally potent
for the overall sound. Seven cleaving
cuts rampantly tossed at your ear-
drums screech down the mayhem
with stylish blows and show the
positive growth of Anti-Cimex.
Tracks like "Make My Day" "Crim
inal Trap Set Me Free. Smell of
Silence and the lengthy Pain
Killer" have the urgent warfare for
both of the speed crowds, enough to
get the energy zipping. Another great
core release to be sought out, on the
English label Distraught
State Of Confusion-I remember
how they got their name. I've known
this bunch since the early days and
it's great to see these home boys still
punching it out from the old proving
grounds of Boise, Idaho. Finally, after
years of playing they've release an
LP's worth of material, called 6.3
Million Acres with twenty tracks of raw
rabble-rousing cranks of lightning-
laced fury The State Of Confusion
(or S.O.C.) blast is brutal with a quick
vibrant exhilaration that stings with a
flare of originality, pressing your face
up against the wall and kicking your
legs out from under you. Glass-
shattering hardcore that is crude with
harsh production, a bite of metallic
edge and insistent in their boisterous
approach, S.O.C. have got that early
82 thrash rave teel with a touch of
modern speedcore for momentum.
Cranking out the piercing vocal
duties is Pat Schmaljohn, who spits
out a raspy tone, coughing up a little
blood as the gang sings numerous
back-up choruses. Pat was the last
member to join this outfit, but his in-
put is the icing on the cake. On guitar
is brother Scott Schmaljohn who
quietly licks away some mean jolts
with feverish guitar strumming that
has this unique buzztwang sound.
The joust continues with original
singer Wayne Flower on bass, ab-
ducting the strings and garroting out
some abrasive plucks. Hidden in the
back, throwing the drumsticks down
speedily against the skins, is Eric
Hansen, rounding off this four-piece
onslaught. Bash all this together with.
a silk-screened cover done by the
gang and a few friends and State Of
Confusion is ready to deal the
"brain-crush" card to the world as
this thrash blade strikes down hard
with young effective endurance. Wah
these guys it's easy to be critical, and
there were no blackmail threats, but
S.O.C. pulled it off, now if they could
just get out of their state of confusion!
TA! 2039 Blaine Way, Boise, Idaho
83702
Expression to the fullest degree.
The clamor erupts with wild outbursts
of savage determination on a French
compilation album featuring eleven
French bands Entitled Rapsodie,
with nineteen tracks of the newest
talent in the thrash field, this warms
up to be a good sampler. Starring
Heimat Los and Rapt. a raging
brilliance of zoomfesters, who kick up
a storm with thundering speed, the
album also gives you more Butcher.
Final Blast and Kromozom 4 whose
reputations are quickly growing. Add
to that newcomers Zoi who rip three
great tracks and more chaos from
Scraps, M.S.T., Cock Roaches.
Draft Dodgers and Kontingent
Syphilitik. Potentially Rapsodie
shows the birth of new direction in
French hardcore that gives hope to
the thrash scene there. A fine effort
from Jungle Hop International, BP 36,
94732 Nogent/Marne Cedex, France.
The classics are back! Perhaps
one of the best hardcore punk bands
to come out of England with their uni-
que delivery, committed lyrical struc-
ture along with the craziest speed ex-
press (that was the influence to many
bands) is Rudimentary Peni. Now
their first two seven-inchers, the self-
titled premier EP and the Farce EP
have been re-released as a full-
length LP and to top that off with a
bonus is all new cover art by Nick
Blinko, the band's singer-guitarist
Twenty-three tracks of frenzied in-
sanity that melts your limbs to be cast
as vinyl to record more of this great
madness on, greet you with Nick
Grant and Jon's smiles. All the tunes
that got Rudimentary Peni recogni
tion are here, Toonago Time Killers
Crazy Chain," "Sacrifice,"
"Hearse." Bile Ball. Cosmetic
Plaque" and "Bloody Jellies to
bring joy to your flailing body.
Rudimentary Peni were a band tar
ahead of their time with intense lyrics
that consisted of great thought and
spewed out in the shrilling vocals by
Nick who would change tones as if
with schizophrenia, only to lash back
with more rampaging screams that
sent chills down your spine. Musical-
ly. Rudimentary Peni were unique
and different, setting progressive
paces with wild chord changes, con
tinuous drum romps and heavy bass
surges Rigorous guitar sounds
highlighted the overall feel with invon-
tive, crafty fingering that was raw yet
engaged in chaotic shrills, plunging
headlong in fast fits of rage. Though
Rudimentary Peni are now gone.
this album is a salute to the mighty
band who gave us direction and
hope, making us hammer our fists
down in that creative urge to use our
Leeway present themselves as a
tight, proficient outfit who have their
teet planted firmly in the ground with
adrenaline-induced musical song-
writing that works the head in a right
bobbing manner. Blazing drums and
high-pitched singing make for a fran-
tic demo release that kicks out five
studio tracks and two live slices that
show Leeway's power. This Enforcer
demo hurls the direct rush! Leeway
cib Al 25-21 14 St, Astoria, NY 11102.
The devastating quest for pillaging
thrash leads us to Richmond.
Virginia, where a rifling new ensem
ble twists with a blustering fury, full
of all the right parts. Unseen Force
debut with their LP entitled in Search
Of The Truth that shakes down eleven
tracks of steadfast energy high
speed velocity and a bit of iron wail-
ing. A cannon booming quake of
forceful stamina charges outward as
this five piece band wallops a tasty
dose of rocketing intensity Dewey, ex
of White Cross showers out a wall
of electrical spears as he shares
guitar duties with Scott. The twin
guitar assault gives Unseen Force a
solid full drive. Greta keeps it tight
with jaunting bass jabs that cleave in-
A rare photo of Nick Blinko, Rudi Peni's front man. Photo - Paul May
imagination. By far the best in their
division. Don't miss this re-issue on
Crass Records.
Crunch down on some rifty chunks
of raging speedcore ferocity from
New York's Leeway Metallic over-
drive with tongue lashing split se
cond vocals that whip like a tornado.
out to destroy civilizations Fast cat-
chy guitar chord work has the sound
flying with nitro-paced explosions.
turbulent yet heavy and bright
to the heaviness of this full-tilt feel
Bob's sharp vocals raid the at
mosphere as he quickly spurts out
the notes with good drumming, firing
the arrows into this action-paced
adventure. Tracks like "Don't Know
"Push Back Blow Torch, True
Story and "We The People hit
strong and bring a sense of natonety
to this hot new band On Turbulent
Records PO Box 12445. Richmond
VA 23241
Stagger stagger stagger back.
The sound blasts out from the
speakers. The roar bulldozes an in-
vincible shove of bellicose power.
The split-second barrage is upon
you, it's Italian speed mayhem
madmen Negazione pumping out
the fiesty rhythms After two suc
cessful seven-ipch EP platters.
Negazione detonates an explosive
album of exertion cavortion and swift
friction, darting to and fro with a
hoarse vocalist destroying his lainyx.
Entitled Lo Spirito Continua.
Negazione have claimed their raw
unmatched fury, now pumping it out
with more control and solid produc
tion, not losing their all-valuable
drive Ten gut-crunching tracks all
featuring the maniac tonsilling of
shilling vocalist Zazzo, who must be
tipping his throat to shreds with those
ear-piercing graunched-out ches
Roberto rages the frets as his flight
up and down the guitar neck appear
like a race car's desire to break the
sound barrier. With ample backing
from strong drum smashes by
Fabrizo and from Marco's whining
bass flicks, this foursome have sud-
denly jarred the senses. Eighty pe-
cent of the songs are sung in Italian
but english lyrics are included. Fast
potent stuff from Negazione on De
Konkurrent licensed in the USA by
Mordam Records
It's been a wait, but the Beyond
Possession LP is finally here. The
speedcore metal punk outfit from
Calgary, Canada. struck a mean
blow with their debut EP and now Is
Beyond Possession takes that one
step further. Raucous intense bursts
of creative vigor strike hard in a pro
gressive fashion, pumping up the
adrenaline as this bullet train's cargo
smashes heavily, frantically gritting
and fast Laced with strong metallic)
overtones, the beat is savage, the
strumming is energetic and fight
delivering structural changes full of
powerful parts, occasionally a whine
will scream out, shivering with effect
Beyond Possession is quite the
original ensemble with the im
aginative sound and the unthatched
song stylings of vocalist Ron Hadley.
who hastens out the words in a stop-
and-go fashion, funning through it
quickly or casually stroking the lyrics.
all with his voice spitting out the
crooning venom Fifteen tracks liven
up this album's worth of strength and
distinct flavorings that will bring cer-
tain recognition to Beyond Posses-
sion. This vinyl plattering will please
both crowds as it contains a pace that
is frequently rapid, and some
ambitious metal licks and composi-
tions, as well as displaying the con-
tinual growth of a tight-knit band. On
Death Records
Puszone
Earslaughter Split LP
Capitol Punishment Slum With A
View LP
Negative Gain Back From The Dead
Disgust The Last Blast EP
Casbah Russian Roulette EP
Thrash Til Death Comp LP
Sorto EP