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The government-issue amphetamines & alcohol-free beer are flowing and the mountain of procrastinated chores is growing by the minute. You know what that means, baby: n0teeth is going to waste precisely half an hour of our time and yours to talk about what's happening and what isn't.

What's hot

The new single by Null Split, reaffirming their status as the only riff-based industrial act worth a damn on the world scene at the minute. Refreshingly free of well-worn Godfleshisms, the barely-old-enough-to-vote-looking French act's attention to rhythm and groove draws favourable mutters of "Wax Trax!" and "Stigmata" and "like the first Sister Machine Gun album but with less of a cokey 3/4 length leather jacket Miami goth dive pickup artist vibe". The lads first crossed our radar via a split with Chrome Corps (fka Corpse) and have since released another with Inva//id. n0teeth isn't saying these acts represent some kind of holy trinity of top quality crunchy rivet-pleasing industrial gear for the 2020s, but we're not saying they don't do that thing we just said they do either.

The Below (who we literally just heard of) and Aaron Sutcliffe (who we thought we'd heard of but it turns out we were thinking of Alan Sutcliffe) have just released a tasty new jam that brings together all of n0teeth's favourite industrial sounds: metallic kling-klang, grinding bass and tormented howls. A Swedish act we somehow missed on our sweep of Scandinavian industrial, The Below have apparently been working the sound mines since 1988, making a heavily Scatology-influenced din under the name Dr Evil & the Boys From Below. More of this kind of racket please, fellas.

n0teeth's futurepop reappraisal, if you'll allow us to honk our own bugle for a second. Judging by the number of elder scene heads reminiscing and nodding in approval, our little ramble through the plastic daisies has been well received by most of its target audience. Keep up the gushing praise, folks, it only makes us want to write more!


Emails. Remember them? From the mid-90s or so? Well my friends, as you might have noticed from the fine print now adorning the bottom of every page, we're bringing them back. Are you TIRED of not having a voice on The Internet? SICK of howling into The Void? SILENCED by the powers-that-be because "this is a public library" and "that table you're standing on screaming like a demented fucking ape wasn't built to support an adult's weight"? Well, suffer quietly no more my friends, because from now on you can send any comments, questions or abuse to webmaster@mr-internet.biz, and our undertrained, underpaid and overmedicated team of customer support assistants will endeavour to reply promptly, if only to find out what the hell you're talking about and what, if anything, it has to do with industrial music.

What's not


James Chance, he of Contortions fame, has gone to the great NY no wave hovel in the sky. A skilled practitioner of deranged sax abuse, his legacy will live on across noise rock and beyond, even in the name of a fabulous Glasgow-based label known for rescuing grimy electronic tapes from obscurity.


British summer time. And to be quite frank, we're happier that way. The human brain was not built to function in temperatures higher than 25 degrees Celsius.