Limbs Bin


Limbs Bin A Glass of Sour Quince cassette

Has a decade (plus) of harsh noise madness mellowed LIMBS BIN? No, young punk…not at all. Eighteen doses of chaotic, repetitive blasts shoving frenetic vocals from track to track with no time to breathe in between. A swarm of electronics fill the scant remaining spaces so the listener experiences nothing but pure mania; extreme noisecore stripped to its core elements (the “noise” and the “core”) and presented untreated, at maximum intensity. Eighteen fully-formed assaults crammed into 177 seconds…and then you can exhale.

Limbs Bin Burnt White Elephant CD

After almost five minutes of ambiance and field recordings from the opening track, LIMBS BIN destroys in the way that only they (he) can. Twenty-five sub-sixty-second bursts of harsh noise and manipulated sound punctuated by samples and (audio) violence, all sewn together as one harrowing dose of sonic punishment with a couple of (merciful) interludes. Some folks know what they’re getting into with a new LIMBS BIN release…I advise the rest of you to strap in.