UNLEARN: Self-titled: LP

In the hands of a writer with a better knowledge of crust, this would be the place where the review says, “If you like (insert litany of Cold War-era Eastern European bands with lots of Ks in their names here), then you need this.” But, all I can tell you is that this is raw and crusty and possibly D-beat and on Dreamsicle-colored wax and that the guitars are so distorted that they’re practically three-dimensional. When I put this on, I found myself running up and down the hall of my apartment like Indiana Jones being chased by a gigantic, rolling boulder of caustic, life-threatening punk. Hot damn. –Chris Terry

 –guest (Deranged)