Recorded in the former stables of an old Brussels brewery, French trio La Race's third album is a work of extreme focus and restraint. Super repetitive drum rhythms, controlled feedback and skeletal guitar textures, with barely discernable vocals, La Race builds on ideas kicking around in NYC no wave, 1980s Japanese noise rock, and the early Load and Skin Graft rosters, creating a heavy, alienated sound that is wholly the band's own.

Co-released with French labels Oniz, Degelite, and Maison De Retraite, Spleencoffin is proud to offer a U.S. release for the album. Pressed on opaque red vinyl and packaged in a monochrome red jacket and inner sleeve including an insert riso-printed on pale watermarked paper dating from 1973, an artifact recovered from the old brewery. Download code also included.

"Recorded in an abandoned Belgian brewery, LA RACE presents brutally stark, molasses-thick rock-noise. Finding a place just north of black metal hell, the absolutely shredded vocals sound more like KK Null ran out of lozenges again. All jokes aside, this band means fucking business. LA RACE channels BILLY BAO's furious conceptual gambits, but with the unalleviated disgust aimed inward, like a cancer. When they're hitting all cylinders, the band conjures the disembodied hardcore of FUSHITSUSHA, slabs of sound sparking like old ghosts tangled in powerlines. Even when it seems subdued, Je Me Rapproche de Mon Squelette (translation: "I'm Getting Closer to My Skeleton") never lets up on the intensity. An unmistakable howl into the void, you can hear the wind blowing through this album. It won't keep you warm but it might keep you company." - Erick Bradshaw, Maximum RockNRoll