Geld let loose with a hellacious sound that wallops the listener from head to toe. Massive drums rumble over an evil-sounding guitar squall (courtesy of Cormac Sheehan, ex-Krömosom—easily one of the best guitar players in punk) that rips open the very fabric of the universe, allowing all that is unholy to come through for the ride as Geld rolls over the blown-out wasteland without remorse or mercy. Cling in futility to your cross if you must, the end is nigh, and Geld are the sonic death dealers ushering it all forward. Ten songs of oblivion and disgust. –Matt Average (Iron Lung, ironlungrecords,bigcartel.com)