Sparse Dutch hardcore that is the aural equivalent to a Russian gulag. Although there’s a lot of hard work going on and time served, the movements are sparse, the atmosphere bleak, and the weather fuckin’ cold. It’s like they’ve taken the transitional parts of Dead Kennedys songs (think of the instrumental interludes or “Moon Over Marin” without vocals) and somehow incorporated them into the expansiveness of Tragedy, all set during a long, long winter. Not flashy, but expertly placed barbed music played with the care and precision of laying spools of wire on top of tall, foreboding buildings.
–todd (Kick n Punch)