Both releases are sparse proto-Foetus, anguished chest-beating combined with angry panel-beating. A cut-up cacophony of found-sounds and ranting, tortured instruments and ambient interludes. Amazingly, 16 years after they were first set free in the world they still sound fresh and ahead of much of the industro-pack.
I don't know if they're available domestically, but you can probably find out from Thirsty Ear, 274 Madison Ave, Suite 804, New York, NY 10016. ThirstyE@aol.com