The Nigerian monstrosity that is Billy Bao returns in agony. Bleeding. Pointing a colossal black finger at global capitalism, regular music, non-music and anti-music, at the food crisis of 2008, the moribund spirit of 1968, and especially at you, the record buyer, who maybe "really dug" his first LP, Dialectics of Shit, and will come back for more, or perhaps "heard a lot about him" and his bandmate Mattin in the "blogosphere" or even in print media (ooh!) (whatever that is), and are "curious to finally hear his music" because you find the stories "interesting" and this is even heavier and more fucked up than The Brainbombs at their heaviest and most fuckeduppednest, and you "get it," right? Yeah! Or wait, let me guess, you got the record for free along with this press release because you're an influential but too-modest-to-admit-it journalist or music critic or program director and so far you've had something to say about Billy, or not, and this is a wonderful opportunity for you to comment upon the work of someone whose primary subject is his own work, so that you can enter into a "dialogue" with "him," or maybe "introduce new audiences" -- maybe even some "kids"! Hooray for the kids! -- to some "awesome" new sounds that "engage the listener in a perceptual tug of war, a struggle to make sense of the unnatural experience of playing audience member to someone else's performer" -- or even better, outsmart Billy, outsmart this record, and call it out as bullshit or play along and pretend that you're in on some "joke" that, let's be honest, you sometimes suspect you don't really get yourself. It don't matter! We're all human beings here, except for those of us who aren't, and none of us is more human than Billy. What matters is the way Alberto Lopez pounds the drums, the way Xabier Erkizia rips up the guitar, Mattin and Xabi's computer dicking, and Billy right in the middle of it, channeling a desperation so total it's embarrassing. This LP is so angry the songs don't even have titles. Some of 'em are really long, some are really short, but they're all pretty goddamn infuriating, as they oughta be. The Dialectics of Shit LP and the Accumulation 7" didn't go out of print as quickly as any of us would have hoped, but at least the 10" on SS and the seminal and almost-legendary Bilbo's Incinerator EP that started everyone puckering their cornholes are now almost impossible to get. May '08 is actually surprising, which is pretty goddamn surprising, because where do you go after those first four platters, honestly? Well, fuck, you make a record that's somehow noisier than all of those, more tweaked and fucked-with and digitally distorted than anything before it, crammed with grotesque and sublime samples from the noise of yesteryear: Nono, Kuti, Whitehouse, Brainbombs, and Billy, Billy Bao. What? What do you want? Look at the kindsa shit people said about Bilbo's Incinerator: "Nigeria’s answer to Stickmen With Rayguns-era Bobby Soxx -- abhorrent pummeling scuzzrock that is [...]extremely harrowing." -Art for Spastics "He might not wallow in the same cesspool as Bobby Soxx, but Billy Bao has the shine." -Siltblog "Billy Bao is identical to Bobby Soxx of Stickmen With Rayguns in every conceivable way." - Acapulco Dance Party "Punishingly prescient. Vocals sound like the second coming of Kickboy Face, and this as a whole comes off as a terrifyingly real example of what human beings are capable of if pushed far enough. The real world equivalent to the Pissed Jeans 7”. An important record." - Dusted Magazine Wow!!! Punishingly prescient!!! Important!!! And whattabout Dialectics of Shit? That one came out on Parts Unkown too! "One heckuva magnificent achievement. " -The Wire "Difficult and entertaining, there is nothing here that would ever be mistaken for easy listening. Punk + experimental + challenging what you think an album should sound like." - Scott Soriano's Webtoons "When Billy Bao isn’t making me blow nonexistent fluff off my needle, they’re swamping my stereo with a sickly twenty-generations-removed blues vomit. It’s violently dissociative in the most life-affirming way." - Z-Gun It should be pretty goddamn clear to you why you want and need to purchase this record. If you don't care about "enjoying" May '08 the way the artists "intended," go download the music for free and completely miss out on the experience of listening to this record on your turntable in "glorious" analogue sound while fixing your gaze on the epic violence of Billy's 12 x 12 cover artwork. Don't play this record if you don't want to.