Jul 02, 2009

This is harsh California hardcore whose primary fault lies in its unwillingness to jump into risks. The intensely throatyvocals resemble those of Fucked Up’s Pink Eyes (not a poor model) and the group’s impatient sound moves like a time bomb charging towards zeroes at burning speeds. The frustrating part is that the whole disc flies by without any marked changes in volume or tempo, turning the barrage of blasts into something lacking punch. Abrasion is produced by contrasts. Without slower/softer pauses to counteract the hurtling forward, hardcore loses some of its provocative effect.

 –Reyan (Basement)

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