Loud, painful noise/art punk here with a host of time changes and dynamics noodling. They sometimes dance at the edge of the dreaded "emo" line, but just when you think they’re gonna careen down into the gully and drag you with them, the singer blasts you in the face with some throat-shredding vocalizations. I liked it lots.
–jimmy (New Disorder, 115 Bartlett St., San Francisco, CA 94110)