Somewhere between The Locust and Guyana Punch Line, This Scares Me plates up a share of screaming powerviolence that’d give a soccer mom diarrhea in just one dose. There’s absolutely no letup in the bludgeoning. The lyrics read like how a Hieronymus Bosch painting looks – grotesque piles of dark deeds populated by a world of insanity and blackened hearts, all washed in blood. The packaging is phenomenal. A ribcage opens up to internal organs. According to their website, they broke up.
–todd ($3 ppd., Tsunami)