I normally don’t cover much noise because the scene is filled with garbage.  Most of it consists of nihilists more interested in shocking their readers with crap record covers than constructing sonic art.  Most sound like a teenage kid flipping on the switch to their mother’s vacuum, recording it, and tacking on a diatribe and an asking price for $5.  Pass.

This album was a pleasant exception.  We have 67 tracks of short, sharp, no-nonsense noise, courtesy of Geronimo Arafat’s noise project, Frail Digit Lamb’s Tongue.