Raging rawk garage ponk hardcore—whatever the fuck you want to call it. The guitar is loud and dense, the bass is up in the mix pounding against your skull, and the drums are bashing everything around into mincemeat. The songs on the first side, “Payday” and “Cat Pills,” are as fast as they are catchy. So fucking good it’s not funny! Both songs are a sonic whirlwind that whips you around, turning everything upside down and leaving the room in shambles. Is the surf-esque instrumental on the flipside, “John Titor’s Blues” about the time traveler from 2036? Nonetheless, it’s an interesting choice to end this record, as it shifts the mood slightly down and fuzzes out with a good amount of low end. Hunt this bastard down.
–M.Avrg (Scavenger Of Death)