This female duo from Providence, Rhode Island creates HIGHLY DISTURBING noise drone in the vein of early Swans, Coil, Sunn0))), Bullroarer, Dog, and even the Thrown Ups! Bedecked in vintage dresses, corpse-kohl, and apocalyptic omens, Bonedust’s live shows are a sonic portrayal of large scale demolition. The music merits its own category of lunacy.

This is essentially a re-recording of Bonedust’s five-song demo from last year, plus a newer, deadly song, "Ungodly Human Heart" (repeated mantra: "I have nothing / you have eaten / you are like a thousand maggots") The sound isn’t all that different from before, but the bass and reverb have a stronger presence. Chrissy plays her guitar through an Octave pedal, giving off a carnivorous distortion and swerving, random oscillation. Pippi is as fierce a drummer as ever, punishing her kit with such force that you wonder if the hardware is going to implode. The band also wields quite an array of amps, samplers, and props that would scare the teats off an imp.

Stylistically, Bonedust offers quiet, steady, growling drone that inevitably explodes into menacing violence, pitch-shifted screams, triggered blasts, ritualistic bludgeon, and dreamlike, almost Cocteau Twins-y interludes. The first track, "Cut Off Your Hand," is the best example of this. The song fades in so slowly, you’ll wonder if you pressed the right button. But by the time it plies its talons, shrieks attack like burning debris falling from the sky. Frickin’ sublime.

"Flowers Made of Cobras" is much slower, but midway through, it flails into a jagged Sabbath / King Crimson-y part that frays the sanity even further.

"Dust" is just fucking bedlam. Soothing melody issues as from an institutional hallway, then insane booms trigger from the floor toms over demonic incantations pitch-shifted in a Smurfette voice. The song ends in a doomy, steady death march that melts into an even slower song, "When You Are Dead."

"Think of Me Lest I Be" is Bonedust’s rocker. This version is arranged a bit differently from last year’s recording, and heavier. The screams don’t let up in this one, and the song’s velocity provides a perfect closer to this strange and disturbing CD.

Bonedust returned from a U.S. tour with The Body in May 2006, and merchandise info is available here. (Fucking A/10)