Long lost album from the early 90s, from Spain, finally restored (not polished!) and pressed on black vinyl, with insert!

In the fevered underbelly of 1990s Spain- not in the reverb-heavy catacombs of Madrid's dive bars or the sun-bleached squats of Barcelona - but in a town called ULTRAMORT - The Crytones emerged like a fuzz-drenched mirage. Born from a mutual obsession with the snarling, unhinged energy of the Back From the Grave compilations and a shared disdain for the polished excess of the mainstream, The Crytones were less a band and more a sonic exorcism. In their relatively short time of existance, The Crytones acted in a permanent state of electrical chaos. Their gigs were infamous: short, deafening, and liable to end with a busted amp, a broken snare, or the band arguing mid-set over which obscure 60s nugget to cover next.

They never released a full-length album-by design. The Crytones believed albums were "tombs for songs," preferring instead the holy immediacy of live bootlegs, and hissy cassette demos recorded straight to four-track in a leaky warehouse / distillery. Their most (in)famous EP, Sin Luz y con Fuzz, is a collector's relic now, a blistering four-track assault featuring titles like 'Noche de Cementerio,' 'Grita o Muere,' and a legendary cover of The Tamrons' 'Wild Man' that local lore says melted a needle at Radio 3. Musically, The Crytones churned out primitive, reverb-heavy garage psychedelia with all the elegance of a biker gang crashing a church service. They soaked their guitars in fuzz, worshipped tremolo like it was sacred scripture, and howled with the desperation of post-Franco youth caught between counterculture and cultural amnesia. Picture early Music Machine fed through a broken Vox amp, lit on fire, and buried under a pile of haunted Farfisa organs.

By the late 90s, the members had scattered-some disappeared into noise projects, one became a monk, another vanished into the Andalusian desert with only a boombox and a fuzz pedal. But their brief, incendiary tenure left a mark: whispered about in Spanish underground zines, bootlegged at record fairs, and eternally pressed into the memories of anyone lucky (or unlucky) enough to witness them live. The Crytones weren't just a band. They were a sonic ghost story-told in shrieks, fuzz, and feedback. FILE UNDER: THE FUZZTONES, THE WAILERS, THE SONICS, and a bunch of other 60ties 'THE' bands...