Apparently, these guys threw in the towel when I wasn’t lookin’, which is a fuggin’ shame ‘cause as this collection of odds ‘n’ sods illustrates, they was somethin’ special. Take the aggression and thud of early hardcore, marry it to the dissonance of no wave, add enough pop savvy to make the songs catchy, and give the whole thing a trashy sheen and you’ve pretty much got yerself a racket that’ll stick in yer noggin’ and inflict as much damage as peanut butter ‘n’ asbestos flambé. A tip of the hat to ye, kids, for you will be missed.
–jimmy (Deadbeat)