Me and Japanische Kampfhorspiele, or JAKA as I prefer to call them because its easier to write and say, go way, way back. In fact, we go all the way back to the turn of the century, and much as I’d like to say that some things never change, that’s not true in JAKA’s case. They started life as relatively straight forward grind band and over the course of their long career, that was interrupted by relatively brief period of inactivity, they’ve continually expanded, and experimented, with their sound and song structures, until they reached a point where they’re probably not going to be able to push the boundaries of what they do much further. And that sublime creative high that’s taken them twenty years to achieve is embodied in, and by, Verk Ferever.
These days, the best way to describe JAKA is like the hyperactive, beloved offspring of Spazz and Extreme Noise Terror who was raised solely on a diet of early nineties Morrisound bands and then sent out into the world to bring musical joy and happiness to every malcontent and miscreant who through no fault of their own comes into contact with them. If Mike Patton knew who JAKA were, he’d not only want to sign them and offer them every penny he has while showering them with strange and bizarre gifts, he’d also want to raise them as his own. This is grindcore done the way only JAKA can do it. Welcome to weirdly wonderful world of Japanische Kampfhorspiele… Tim Cundle