Remember when there was no need to break punk down into tiny subgenres like fastcore or crust or straight-edge glam disco? Remember when punk rock was just punk rock? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, Ghundi are just punk rock. Their singer has one of those old school voices that sounds like he’s thought a lot about the words he’s singing, thought about them so much that they’ve stewed around in his insides getting soaked in bile and hate so that they’re dripping in the stuff as they flow out if his mouth. You can’t help but pay attention as these seething sentiments shoot out of your speakers. And any punk rock that doesn’t demand attention isn’t punk rock.
–mp (Fake Your Own Death)