This record starts out with a slow, six-minute, bleary-eyed, road-worn song called “Roadside Prey” that has a fingernails on the chalkboard kind of feeling that bands like the Scientists and the Birthday Party did well. From there, the rest of the songs just rip the chalkboard apart in a fury of frustration and nerves. It’s nice to hear creepy, moody, post-punk played this fast and with such an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. Fans of The Icarus Line, Nick Cave, or Murder City Devils should check out this band. –Ryan Nichols (Casino Trash, [email protected])