BEDS, THE: Ride Again: Cassette

Some serious bad trip potential happening on this one, which speeds up the riffs from side B of My War from trudge to mid-tempo and throws in blown-out amp scuzz. At first, I thought the singer’s screaming vox were gonna be all Springa all the time, but he has chops, and can mix it up: deadpan on some songs, howling on others, with echo mixed in to sinister effect. Hostility reigns supreme throughout. These cats would fit seamlessly into a Metz/Ex-Cult bill. Recommended. 

 –Michael T. Fournier (Ranch)