I’m not making this reference casually: early Black Flag (which is the Black Flag in which I abide). Every member is a monster at their instrument. There’s a militia-like staccato, like a grim, ritualized beating, coming from every direction. Colin’s voice marshals commands and directives. The shaped charge of each song hits the target in a tight cluster. Maximum impact. Minimum fuss or flourish. This is dire, direct, penetrating shit. Very good.

 –todd (Self-released? Got the silk-screened tour edition when they played nearby.)