I pretty much loathe grindcore as a genre, and even I can see why people are freaking out over this band right now. A flawlessly executed, woefully punishing, seizure-inducing batch of sixteen songs on a 12” 45, with the requisite doom-laden lyrics that are actually quite well-written, dense with creepy imagery and non-dorky Greek references. The record label’s pretty indicative: if you’re into Six Weeks stuff, you’re in for a treat. This album will give you severe heart palpitations right before it peels your skull like a little bezitted tangerine. I can hardly even form thoughts when listening to this thing.
–keith (Six Weeks, sixweeksrecords.com)