released in 2008 on the fabulous LOAD RECORDS as a double lp.now available digital. 56 minutes of music for 5 bucks! sweet deal.
heres some reviews:
Shit and Shine

Leave it to the home of Lightning Bolt and Pink and Brown to chuck Shit and Shine through the suburban basement windows of North America. This league of un-crafty, London-based noiseniks have been ripping open chest cavities in Europe since the early 2000s, getting props from sources as disparate as The Wire and Terrorizer. Low end, lo-fi and very lowbrow, the band rotate a dozen or so drummers in and out of active duty, filling what little space is left with distorted shouts and cheap electronic feedback. The resulting squall sounds a little like elephants toppling Stonehenge onto Sunn O))). Two previously released show staples, "Biggest Cock in Christendom” and "Toilet Door Tits,” are reintroduced in their mud-baked panoramic splendour. These longer tracks are most successful gob-stopping examples of Shit and Shine’s ability to hypnotize with ham
mers. Where’s your head at? (Load)

AllMusic Review by Ned Raggett [-]
Armed with one of the most enjoyably rude names in a while, Shit & Shine had already released a slew of albums by the time they came around to appearing on Load but perhaps appropriately, given the label's cache, they came up with the goods on Küss Mich, Meine Liebe, an eight-song effort that almost belies the reports of hordes of drummers and other instrumentalists at past live shows. Instead, starting with the slow-and-low atmospherics of "Biggest Cock in Christendom," which almost compares more with the murkiest dubstep releases than anything that falls under the modern "noise" tag, the act moves easily from similar sonic explorations in the realm of mood to full-on pop -- of sorts. If "Toilet Door Tits" has a title that won't get announced anywhere -- not to mention another 14-minute arrangement -- it's actually an honest to goodness hook being deployed, if in their own distorted and rambling way. Meanwhile the full-on stomp of "The Germans Call It a Swimming Head" and the sheer gloom of "Preventions Arise" further confirm that this is another excellent instance of the Load universe letting its metal instincts arise and take hold, while the first appearance of vocals, clattering and alien, on "The Side of the Road" almost feels like a shock. Then there's the thrash/gabbercore/stop-start art rock song in the middle -- called, logically enough, "Mr. and Mrs. Gingerbread Hawaii," a good name for a holiday standard for hell.



When the bombs fall, only cockroaches will scuttle about the dust and decay, crumbled cities slain by progression only serving to undo. They’ll raise their little roach ears – do roaches have ears? – to the skies and soak up the hum, the rumble, the buzz of the bombast. And it’ll sound like Shit And Shine.

Fifty-six minutes of incessant squall so perverse, so putrid, so seeped in hate and anger and rage, Küss mich, meine Liebe is either the most brilliantly fucking hostile album of the year, or 2008’s worst example of a band just being left to their own devices. Which are, in short: hit things, hard and fast, and crank everything through cheap amps made of tank cannons and hollow bones. It’s rock music taken apart, stitched together like a human skin suit; recognisable of form, enough, but utterly horrifying simultaneously. It’s tough, love, and you’ll either bleed out or belt up, stunned into statuesque submission or convulsing like a fat kid ODing on candy canes while sucking volts through a straw.

Progression to undo and rebuild. The roaches conquer the world, and march to the beat of the only traces of a dead civilisation remaining: all reminders of a being’s ability to destroy itself. Shit And Shine’s music is deconstruction-core, bloody and snotty and spitting, a cacophony to enslave legions: they’re either with you or against you and made to be with you. It’s a sound so fucking harsh that writing this brings me out in a sweat.

I pretty much want to mate with it and start a master race to survive the apocalypse.