Flawless Japanese thrash in the rich, gushing vein of Assfort, Gauze, and Gism. Like sports photography, if you look at it in a millisecond and capture it in mid-leap, you can appreciate how precise, how finely tuned, how on-target, and how incredibly difficult a feat Deride’s pulling off. The result’s a nuclear bomb made out of thousands of meticulous motions, from the drums which oscillate between making a metronome jealous to how the Tasmanian Devil would attack, to the sharpened guitars that have more speeds than a blender, to the words spit out like bullets and unspooled like barbed wire, it’s quintessential thrash.
–todd (Mad at the World)