So, picture this: Violent Arrest walk into a bar… No, no, that’s not right. Violent Arrest walk into a VFW Hall, or a community center, or a basement, or, hell, maybe even a bar, sure. They then proceed to lay waste to the entire place with their relentless worship and emulation of ‘80s hardcore, and you can take that for what it is. I mean, they’re not reinventing the wheel by any stretch, but the wheel they’ve created is big (great recording quality), rolling very fast (ten songs in maybe ten minutes), and covered in sharp, scary spikes (as there’s no lyric sheet, I’ve got no idea what they’re singing about, but the titles don’t exactly denote glee or contentment, and by jumped-up Christ, they sound like they mean it). So it’s probably best if you get out of the way. Another solid one for this label.