Labels: Sweatlung
Review by: Kunal Nandi
Here’s a fucking blistering batch of noisy scheisse from prolific scene legend John Wiese and chums. Employing a more conventional band-based setup with vocals, drums (real and/or machine) and stringed instruments, Sissy Spacek positively shove those conventions up their own arses with an unholy, offensive ear scrape that welds grindcore to noise in a way that is formless and yet somehow totally focused in its aim to annoy, confuse and rage as hard as humanly possible. To that end, it is highly successful.