BURMESE//POTOP split LP (FUCK YOGA//CRUCIFICADOS PELO SISTEMA)

BURMESE offer 8 ugly tracks of noise; ranging from damaged rock to primitive grind bursts, sadistic power electronics and cold, haunting drones; a claustrophobic amalgamation of frequencies akin to MAN IS THE BASTARD, BRAINBOMBS and WHITEHOUSE.
tectonic grooves, blackened guitars and hellish screams make for POTOP's side. primitive and crippled doom metal, been compared to BURNING WITCH, KHANATE and power violence without the fast parts. heavy stuff for real.
17 minutes from each band//pressing of 500 hand numbered copies//comes inside a black dj sleeve//2 sided screen-printed covers on heavy 700 gr. paper//obi strip and insert.
price = 10,00 euros





POTOP - "channels" CD (IRON PIG)

Potop's debut album is also one of the first releases from the newly-minted Iron Pig Records, a new offshoot label of Aurora Borealis. As far as I understand it, Iron Pig is for all of the stuff that is too ugly and mangy to be released on Aurora Borealis. Really...if you consider that AB is the home to the crossover skum-metal of Villains, the Lovecraftian ultradoom of Moss, and the skeletal backwoods black-folk dirges of Wolfmangler, then what the fuck kind of ugliness is going to have to be relegated to the cellar pit of Iron Pig?
I present to you...Potop.
Jesus. This shit is so negative, so anguished, it sounds like what Eyehategod might sound like if their singer actually had a full blown nervous breakdown in the middle of their set. The band hails from Macedonia, and it turns out that one of the members is our buddy Ivan who runs Fuck Yoga Records, one of the few Macedonian underground metal labels and home to some killer releases from Iron Lung, Elodea, and The Endless Blockade. That love of power violence is in full effect with Potop, and the band channels the slowest, ugliest sludge possible into narcotized dirges splattered with sickening feedback that drones on and on and on, twisted slow motion riffs, pounding glacial drums, occasionally blasting into short bursts of noisy, unstructured grind. But it's the vocals, that intense, tortured wailing and shrieking, a high pitched blood flecked scream that oozes fear and horror and despair...it's the vocals that elevate Potop's extreme sludge to another level of seismic intensity, and I'd almost compare 'em to the idiosyncratic suicidal shrieks of Silencer. Think Burning Witch, Crossed Out, Eyehategod, Despise You, but more vile. The disc is essentially a collection of the bands vinyl releases (wrong), including their split LP with Burmese. CRUCIAL BLAST
price = 8,00 euros



POTOP "postmature birth" t-shirts, white w/ silver ink available in S, M, L, XL, XXL