I’ll admit that when I first laid eyes on this here record, I was ready to slip into my bee-keeper suit. It looked for all the world like the moment the needle hit the grooves, the room would be abuzz with a pesky and potentially lethal cloud of emo. Thankfully, I was wrong. This is good ol’ stomping black bile music – sort of screamy crust with a metallic edge. Sounds like a migraine feels. Probably not good to listen to when you’re hung-over. Not bad though.
–aphid (Scenester Credentials)