I’m not sure how many apes are attempting to sing here, but none of them can sing for sour apples. What a collection of homely voices. But if you can get past the earthworm-lousy voices there’s some solid blue collar hardcore here along with some throwaway metal interludes. With a good snot polish and some pruning of the “sour apples” these guys could be the next Murderers. And that would be a good thing in my book.
–aphid (In Your Face/Shitgiveits)