Unbelievably dull. Discharge-influenced punk with a vocalist who sounds like a cross between Jake Filth and Robert Collins from Artimus Pyle. You would think that with these elements there would be some spark to this record, and yet despite all the ruckus, the songs just lay there dead. Maybe it’s the production? I have no idea. It’s just not a good record. They prove that no matter how fast and hard you hammer away in a song, if it doesn’t have that certain something, then you have nothing. Blehhh...
–M.Avrg (Halvfabrikat, halvfabrikat.net)