The Intensives play slightly down tempo (for hardcore) hardcore, which they’re damn fine at. A sort-of tightness reigns, with grit chorus and focused beam, and they know when to end a song—never a problem with hardcore, I guess—which is loudly and quickly. While Panik Attak says: “We sound like echoes of these mangled bands, if they were to cram into clown cars, speed head on into each other, scraped off the pavement and molded into four ugly rejects”. Their description definitely isn’t wrong, but it’s more of a reverbed, talk-singing Rob Halford backed by Dirt McGirt hardcore with rock and roll leathers, all recorded (of course) in a basement.

 –Andrew Flanagan (Longshot,