Unlike some who have trod the same loud, sludgy terra, Unsane maximize the vitriolic hammer blows they pass off as “songs” by keeping things simple: come up with a riff, decide whether the rhythm will approximate trudging through molasses or tar, crank everything up to full volume, and start bludgeoning. They retain that formula here, dropping nine new vitriolic, occasionally bluesy, sonic assaults and a surprisingly faithful cover of Flipper’s “Ha Ha Ha.” Twenty-four years, seven albums, a few lineup changes, one near fatal ass-whoopin’, one hiatus, and these guys still crank out some of the most caustic brand of rock music you’re likely to find.

 –jimmy (Alternative Tentacles)