Rough, raging hardcore that steers clear of “post” anything tags, with a recording that’s sick and ugly. The straightforward songs and shiftless speed pull these dudes ahead of the “distorted mess” trend running rampant right now, drawing the line between “pack” and “punk” distinctly in the sand. Lyrics like “Fuck all the fools/Puke fucking rules” immediately followed by “Cut me up, I wanna’ feel alive” set the tone for this fucked up, toxic mess of a punk record. Indiana heathenry at its finest.
–Ian Wise (Not Normal)