There’s a drawing of this dude on the cover who is running while clutching records from the ‘80s (Angry Samoans’ Back…, The Freeze’s Land…, for example) tightly against his chest. The dude’s got a panicked-as-fuck look on his face. As he looks back, the city is under attack behind him. I’ve never been in such a situation, but I still feel like I can empathize. The music ain’t bad, either. This French band comes through with four tracks of ‘80s American hardcore (think more in the vein of the above-mentioned) with a melodic touch. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it’s not anything you wouldn’t want to hear again.
–Vincent (Trabuc)