I was playing this record, thinking about how absolutely guttural it is. Then, when I dropped the needle on the second side, I realized I was playing it at 33 and it’s actually a 45. I switched speeds and, you know what, it’s still really fucking guttural. It’s raw grindcore with the kind of vocals that seem to come all the way up from the singer’s bowels and all the other instruments are just tossed into a garbage bag and swung around like some sort of makeshift music maul. I think I broke some bones.
–mp (Pan Del Muerte)