Speedy, angry, über-politicized hardcore from right here in my snowy hometown of Ottawa. Obviously no strangers to the less-accessible side of ‘80s American hardcore and a smattering of Japanese influences, I also draw a lot of comparisons to EastBay bands ala Christ On Parade, Spitboy, Econochrist, etc. Standing out amongst the masses of black-jacketed, bleak-artworked, blast-beaten crusty hardcore bands is by no means an easy feat, but Maxx’s unique (and certainly for the genre) vocal delivery and the hints of melody throughout the record (think maybe even a less-”poppy” Lost World) easily makes this one of the most interesting records of its ilk that I’ve heard in a long time.
–Dave William (myspace.com/criticalconvictions)