Compiling all volumes of 2011/2012's Bring The Exhibits odyssey, here we have a 5-disc, 400 minute selection of harsh-pysch drone, tangy waves of dubwashed kronkscape, mirthless electronic misgivings, post-traumatic wrong-cocked Sampledelica, 16-bit kronktronics, dub-wave Wasteline, analogue squelching, digital harrassment, droned, looped, and fed back.

There will be 25 strictly limited edition special copies, for around 15 pounds each. Each volume is still individually available as as a boring mp3 version, or special edition CDs, at the links below, or probably torrentable for nothing if that's how your wrists are going to insist. Please note this release is guaranteed unavailable on streaming services.


Electronic, Harsh Clunge, Trauma, Chill Blame, Bloodstep, Witch Clunge, Trauma, Bloodstep, Murder House, Dub Clatter, Grim Acid, 16-bit Kronkstep, Pop, Dub-bass splatter, Dubtech, Thugstep, Wrong-Hop



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Bring The Exhibits part The First of Four: When That Wicked King Was Slain, The Dogs, Did They Not Lick His Blood?

Bring The Exhibits part The Second of Four: Golden The Ship Was - Oh! Oh! Oh!

Bring The Exhibits part The Third of Four: Honey, You Tore Me Apart Last Night

Bring The Exhibits part The Fourth of Four: Needs


and the bonus disc of extras! Unreleased, B-sides, and alternate versions.

1) Urgh, Girls
2) Each Thing I Show You Is A Piece Of My Death
3) Two More Sleeps
4) Xi’An
5) Citizens of Bacon
6) Bloodsz Too Wite
7) Meat Teeming
8)Something in Honey
9) Scablands
10) Zoo Begins Look Into Hearts Of Apes (full-length original version)

** If you have previously bought one of the four individual parts, you can get a free download of the bonus disc via email. **






here's all the videos in a nice playlist:



Here's some supplementary internet fanny-ons.




Nothing could faze Dressed In Wires. He brought with him bad fortune, right from the first, as could be expected. Not a living soul in all the town was glad to see him. He sat on the back steps of the Hale house, lazily picking at his broken Dell.

DiW's Simondo Topless drags you bleeding and kicking through a tumult of Laptronica, Post-Gabba, Blip-Hop, Glitch-Hop, Chip-Hop, 8-bitronica, Wreckstep, Fuckstep, Kronk, Breakcunt, Bootmash, Dub-Bass Splattercore, Harsh Clunge, Thugstep, Powerpop, Noisewhore, and Wrongtronica, not in any order. All from his souped-up, heavily modded, hacked & cracked laptop, precariously wired together with a few guitar distortion pedals and dilapidated Midi tomfoolery.

When the supper was ready, he pushed the children of the household out of the way and served himself a big meal, although there had been barely enough white meat to go round. After eating he settled himself in the best and warmest sleeping place in the front room and was untroubled by dreams.