Baltimore has been known for producing angry, ugly bands that seem to take conventional styles and then boil them down to nothing and throw the reduction on an unsuspecting audience. Triac uphold the attitude with four grindcore ragers. Fast—but never sacrificing heavy for speed—and absolutely pissed. The songs are heavy akin to bands like Hatred Surge, but with a snotty approach and allowing for other influences to creep up, like the death-y atonal riffs in “Seedsower.” Insanely chaotic, yet tedious in execution, this is killer violence.
–Ian Wise (A389)