It’s kind of shitty when after you’ve anticipated such a heavy album for so long that when it finally finishes, the walls of your living room are still standing. But then you gotta snap out of it and remind yourself that powerviolence can’t actually destroy a house, but at least it forced your Cat Stevens-listening roommates into their rooms. I wish every jerk that has deemed powerviolence as a genre to be confining could hear this album and acknowledge how big of jerks they are. At times you may think you’re listening to someone repeatedly slamming a dungeon door shut, but it’s just the crunching doom that is this duo.
–Daryl Gussin (Prank)