A non-stop hardcore onslaught from a Bay Area band so new they haven’t even played their first show yet. Double Cross channel the best in early ‘80s American hardcore while giving it that old, familiar SF/Oakland boot to the face. The lyrics paint a dismal picture of our world’s rapid decline and the mental toll it can take. As hardcore becomes more and more ironic (yo, your expensive running shoes are so clean they didn’t even leave a scuff on my face after you roundhouse kicked me standing next to the pit) it’s reassuring to know that there are still bands screaming about the same relatable, fucked-up shit that consumes my brain on my bus rides to work and back from the “nice” neighborhoods. –Juan Espinosa (Tankcrimes, tankcrimes.com)