Second limited edition version of this great narcotic noise collaboration between Charlie Draheim and Justin Meyers' Devillock incarnation. Shuddering electronics, the crack of bone, electricity and metal, an endless tunnel of skin-mangled F/X and dense sunspots of guitar/organ collusion. One tape is a split, the other a mail collaboration. Edition of 100 copies with hand-screened covers and tapes in a slim white vinyl double cassette case.

“DRAHIEM: MONSTER OF THE MIDWEST:Things ive seen Charlie do live: +Play in a dress and record 90 sec loops over and over of vomiting due to a weekend diet of pretzel sticks dipped in premium gasoline (when it was stupid expensive, like you know, three years ago)  +Take on a whole fleet of Michigan Militia dudes at a small bar in Gaylord Michigan for thinking his Manifesto was some Pro-government tome  +Give blood only to have it returned a month later due to "pure red-cell inactivity"  +Throw a half full bottle of After the Hunt High Life at a cop only to realize he owed said cop a master tape going on three years now.  So here is a Chocolate Monk Drahiem experience? As i write this in a dreary Albany Comfort Inn at dusk and hear these horrible sounds = I dont wanna move or open the blinds (mainly cause me & the princess are comatose from parent paid el-massive late lunch at the Cheesecake Factory) cause the soundtrick from this CD makes me think if i open the door to room 216 upper floor we will be launched into a world full of terrible static insects buzzing around scraping wings on salt-dried frozen concrete waiting to lure every ear into a pool of electro-muge. No way hose'. We gotta pool date with Tovah 's sister and her husband to be in an hour and no way if some CD sound is funna gonna stop that swim double date. So until that time comes, we are locked in room 216, waiting. But its like Charlie D is here with us, the determined master fried-mind of electronic frustration, putting his camo boots on to the march of slimes on his own time. He is to Michigan what Clifford Brown was to Max Roach = i guess!  This here CD by CD on CM willR.ock R.ipp and R.oll Y.r W.orld, Who else can be labelmates with the almighty Piss in My Face With Surgery? Slam this silver-recorded-silver bottom recordable cd into yr monster truck, roll over to Corner Brewery, Dour and Drahiem will be there sitting in the corner, most likely in silence, but a MASSIVE WEIRDO SOUND ABSTRACTION  party awaits, soon.” - John Olson