Ya know, Mozart, the composer, was actually sort of a nasty guy (in the sense that he loved writing limericks about shitting in bed and made a song called “Lick My Arse”). Anyway, this release from Iron Lung has its moments. The most exciting was a song that sounded enough like cats fighting in a washing machine to alarm the felines in my home. Frenetic, high-pitched punk that crams six cuts onto seven inches. –Cheyenne Neckmonster (Iron Lung)