Pun-obsessed, toilet-humored, ill-tongued, rodent-masked wackos? A weed-fueled, grinding sludge, noise-damaged, brutally super-sonic trio? Demented cheese-lovers with a beef against God? Yeah, White Mice from Providence, Rhode Island, are all those things and more. Too fucked up and unconventional for the average metalhead, too stoned, sleazy, and salacious for the hipster and punk set, the White Mice have for years existed on the fringes of every underground scene and belonged to none of 'em.After condemning the Earth with five albums and a deluge of other releases on labels like Load Records and Blossoming Noise, White Mice defile the world once more in collaboration with 20 Buck Spin. Their sixth LP, Ganjahovahdose, is the crowning drool in the band's discography, with the most stunning, searing, heavy, and beautiful sound they've achieved yet, thanks in part to the massive mixing job of one Ken "HiWatt" Marshall (Skinny Puppy).Musically speaking, one might hear traces of Godflesh, Brainbombs, or Buzzov*en, even Flipper and some of their Providence brethren, yet they stand easily apart from any proper comparison, remaining a savage beast of their own making. The band's live show is devastatingly loud, crude, and visually incredible, leaving mouths agape and the uninitiated properly converted, every time.A cursory Youtube search reveals the sinister aesthetic the White Mice inhabit. Further mission plans include lo-fi video productions and relentless touring in the US and Europe. A completely unhealthy revisionist compulsion to alter history and obscure religious texts and images with their own punishingly scatological mockery permeates the perverse Dadaist artwork contained within the album's pages.The totality of the White Mice vision on Ganjahovahdose stands as a testament in praise of lord Cheesus for bestowing this deadly and volatile molotov concoction of music, art, visuals, irreverence, and words onto on an unsuspecting and dangerously unprepared public.