2016 picture disc reissue with red outer card sleeve.

introducing >the courts 12 inch, the first single from jam citys forthcoming debut album, out later this year on night slugs. a double-a side release that showcases the two extremes of the lps material - the sublime and the industrial. on the a-side is >the courts<, jcs rawest dancefloor-orientated work yet. hyper-tense club music built of skids, dribbles, passes, big jersey kicks, and permeated by an ostentatious slap bass. the result is a pounding, jacking grid of a rhythm track, moments of on-court action reassembled with robotic efficiency. on the flip, jam city links up with oaklands main attrakionz for a very special collaboration called >the nite life<. squadda b and mondrem.a.n. drop mesmerising other-wordly verses over jam’s low-slung beat. the atmosphere is dense, hazy with purple smoke and submerged in the smoggy californian marine layer.

recorded at the bands own illegal combatant studios and the world renowned blasting room in ft. collins colorado, supporting caste is the fifth full length release from winnipegs political punks propagandhi. crafted in collaboration with bill stevenson (black flag, descendents, zeke, 7 seconds), this twelve song collection of boundless power and depth is a 50.000 watt forward thinking tip of the hat to giants such as voivod, rush, snfu, sacrifice, razor and guilt parade, that have gone before them. legendary and unrepentant residents of humankinds ideological peanut gallery, propagandhi does not disappoint with supporting caste, launching crude rockets into the heart of the prevailing order with meditations that range in focus from the humane slaughter and consumption of non vegans in an elaborate 18 course banquet (with wine pairings) to the apparent confusion of turning on the tv to watch a simple hockey game and having to wonder whether or not the nazis actually lost the war after all. supporting caste: 12 new laments, reveries and extrapolations from 4 visibly aging prairie skids who still cannot believe that of all the gin joints in all the galaxies in all the universes, they had to be born on.