This Philly threesome return with nine tracks of weirdo hardcore noise. Like a tow truck barreling down a windy mountain road— it’s clumsy, it’s reckless, and goddamn if it doesn’t feel like it’s going really fucking fast. But as proficient as Spent Flesh are at blastbeat hardcore they also slow it down, both with dirgey, culminating intros and cacophatastic interludes of sheer demented indulgence. Coming off like a garagier Guyana Punch Line or a druggier Combatwoundedveteran, Spent Flesh continue to make all the genre bands look like the total duds that they are.
–Daryl Gussin (Rockstar / P. Trash)