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RRS 276LP
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$22.50
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 3/6/2026
Raw, abrasive, and uncompromising, this live at JUZ Burladingen in 1988 shows Extreme Noise Terror in full destructive power. With Micky Harris of Napalm Death on drums, the band tear through their set with ferocity, dual vocals snarling over grinding riffs and relentless rhythm. More than a live album, this is a snapshot of a band that reshaped the boundaries of hardcore punk and grind, carving their reputation on stage, city by city, leaving chaos and inspiration in their make. A brutal piece of underground history brought back to life. Includes poster insert reproducing the original concert flyer and a bumper sticker! Also available on color vinyl (RRS 276Y-LP).
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RRS 233LP
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If phonophobia can be defined as an overall fear of sound -- what better band can you think of than crustcore titans Extreme Noise Terror to deliver such a fear as though kicking listeners down a shoot that leads to a lifetime sentence in Room 101. The album contains the band at their best, which sounds and feels like the worst thing you've ever encountered on earth: bolt-sputtering vocals on "Pray To Be Saved" and "Self-Decay." Grim guitars groan as they gut the intestines from one's malnourished belly for a final meal on "Knee Deep in Shit" and "Moral Bondage." Rhythms that emerge from nowhere like fleets of demonic hailstone with drywall nails in place of the hail on "Third World Genocide." Only a classic band like Extreme Noise Terror can have so much influence, yet by comparison of that influence, such little musical output can sound like being cracked apart and smashed together in equally, exhilaratingly evil measures.
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White color vinyl version. If phonophobia can be defined as an overall fear of sound -- what better band can you think of than crustcore titans Extreme Noise Terror to deliver such a fear as though kicking listeners down a shoot that leads to a lifetime sentence in Room 101. The album contains the band at their best, which sounds and feels like the worst thing you've ever encountered on earth: bolt-sputtering vocals on "Pray To Be Saved" and "Self-Decay." Grim guitars groan as they gut the intestines from one's malnourished belly for a final meal on "Knee Deep in Shit" and "Moral Bondage." Rhythms that emerge from nowhere like fleets of demonic hailstone with drywall nails in place of the hail on "Third World Genocide." Only a classic band like Extreme Noise Terror can have so much influence, yet by comparison of that influence, such little musical output can sound like being cracked apart and smashed together in equally, exhilaratingly evil measures.
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Away from the grandeur, and although their line-up history is full of potholes -- the key to unlock this classic release by Extreme Noise Terrors, Holocaust in Your Head is the double-edged vocal prongs from ENT founders Phil Vane and Dean Jones and the black-avalanche guitars of Steve Hurley (not forgetting the drum stool occupied by Mick Harris, soon to be of Scorn during the recording of this album, and Doom's Tony "Stick" Dickens). "Statement" is as good as any opening gambit for a band -- a trail of sludge setting fire to itself consuming the raw, political ashtray mantras spewed into its thick, corrosive grip. "Another Nail in the Coffin" suitably devastating the senses as a wrecking-ball swings from its chain into the side of a condemned building, brick by brick. Eaten. Buried.
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Color vinyl version. Away from the grandeur, and although their line-up history is full of potholes -- the key to unlock this classic release by Extreme Noise Terrors, Holocaust in Your Head is the double-edged vocal prongs from ENT founders Phil Vane and Dean Jones and the black-avalanche guitars of Steve Hurley (not forgetting the drum stool occupied by Mick Harris, soon to be of Scorn during the recording of this album, and Doom's Tony "Stick" Dickens). "Statement" is as good as any opening gambit for a band -- a trail of sludge setting fire to itself consuming the raw, political ashtray mantras spewed into its thick, corrosive grip. "Another Nail in the Coffin" suitably devastating the senses as a wrecking-ball swings from its chain into the side of a condemned building, brick by brick. Eaten. Buried.
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RRS 234LP
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The unissued original recording for their debut album Holocaust In Your Head. How many bands can say they had multiple debut albums? For crustcore sound terrorists Extreme Noise Terror, Holocaust In Your Head: The Original Holocaust, first recording version, continues to excuse itself in being reissued for what must be the last time before the last time. It's no wonder why. "We The Helpless" is every bit as hopeless as it sounds -- a blitzkrieg of wails and nightmarish sonics that tighten themselves around the temples until the eyes turn white. "Statement" will always stand on its own two feet as a perfect set opener and Innocence to Ignorance's unhinged atmospheric armageddon as well as "Use Your Mind"'s sample-sprung assault on the senses are possible indications of where the band could've wound up had their line-up not been walking such a shaky tightrope. Rough as hell? Sure. But if you want to know what it feels like to have the signal input of your skull reflect a separation in the grounding circuit of the flesh from the neck down, then carry on screaming.
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Yellow color vinyl version. The unissued original recording for their debut album Holocaust In Your Head. How many bands can say they had multiple debut albums? For crustcore sound terrorists Extreme Noise Terror, Holocaust In Your Head: The Original Holocaust, first recording version, continues to excuse itself in being reissued for what must be the last time before the last time. It's no wonder why. "We The Helpless" is every bit as hopeless as it sounds -- a blitzkrieg of wails and nightmarish sonics that tighten themselves around the temples until the eyes turn white. "Statement" will always stand on its own two feet as a perfect set opener and Innocence to Ignorance's unhinged atmospheric armageddon as well as "Use Your Mind"'s sample-sprung assault on the senses are possible indications of where the band could've wound up had their line-up not been walking such a shaky tightrope. Rough as hell? Sure. But if you want to know what it feels like to have the signal input of your skull reflect a separation in the grounding circuit of the flesh from the neck down, then carry on screaming.
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