I’ve got a shiny spot in my skull for straight-ahead hardcore. I’m talking hardcore that’s on this side of the fence of thrash where warp-speed melodies can sneak in and it’s not all a blur and a burp. I’m talking hardcore made by folks who aren’t a group of Sta-Puft Marshmallow Men of Muscles playing metal and punching themselves. I’m talking Out Cold, Career Suicide, Pedestrians, and Direct Control: the freaks, weirdos, and misfits who’re flat-out angry, articulate, and loud. I always find a space in my record collection for ‘em. I find them therapeutic. They’re simple and as effective as a nail; just the right amount of scraping edge when it’s shoved in your ear, and it helps etch out the rust that inevitably collects up there. Yup. There’s a lot to be said about a newly shiny skull. Excellent stuff.
–todd (Grave Mistake)