I was expecting Burger-esque garage worship based off the album art, but this is some frenzied shit. Frantic hardcore. You got your boom-bap-boom and your chicken squawk vocals and lurching structures and it’s just tinny as all hell, man. Totally coulda come out on 625 or Sound Pollution back in the day and would’ve fit right in. Not bad.
–keith (Corndog Club, corndogclub.storevny.com)