The band’s name is in this prickly font, as if when you simply think the name it’s like having a sea urchin inside your head. The songs are the same—one wouldn’t think that a tune titled “United We Slouch” would put such a sneer on one’s pate, but oh my does it ever. On the whole, Squalora remind me lots and lots and lots of Nausea or Milwaukee crust punk bands from the early ‘90s. This is a good thing; my understanding is that sea urchins can be pretty tasty when you crack them open. So is this record.
–Eric Carlson (Repetitively Futile)