This record opens up with a dark instrumental piece and goes straight into ripping your face off. To me, Elephant Rifle plays art music—call it punk or whatever-core—it’s smart and never boring, like Wire or Devo. “Frank, Black” takes a different direction than some of the other songs. It’s a bit quieter with a sort of Black Sabbath style party riff that goes into a spacey solo. “Gold Standard” and “Dogs, Wolves, Wolverines” are short, no-bullshit, pummeling rippers. There’s a new creepier, chaotic version of “Rasputin” on here. You have to see this band live; you have to. The song title award goes to “Bone Voyage.” 

 –Ryan Nichols (Humanterrorist)