Nov 22, 2009

I can understand nary a syllable of a single song on this short, sweet piece of ear candy, but DAMN if it don’t get my blood pumpin’. The songs are musically to-the-point shards of molten punk-hewn metal that prove that you don’t need to be fast as hell or bicep-advantaged to sound like hard muthas. Being the proud owner of some of their other releases, I can’t wait for this to be properly released so I can find out exactly which of my favorite sci-fi writers are taking the lyrical center stage this time around.

 –jimmy (Bloodhag)