More of the new fangled hardcore that the young people enjoy. You know, the kind where the singer screams out in pain like a man trying to piss with a bad case of burning gonorrhea. I say this because nothing really could be that terrible other than your dick falling off or your uterus dropping out. But I digress, because this is serious music, folks, and it deserves a serious review. Unfortunately, I’m the wrong person for that. So rather than waste precious words by saying how I really didn’t feel one way or the other about this CD, I decided to make light of this band rather than shower them with false accolades.
–Dave Disorder (Black Rag)