Let me tell you about the insert that came with this CD: it’s got a skull, a Mad Max-looking organ that’s spitting out money, a meat grinder spitting out pink stuff, and ‘50s-looking white business people. The record fits exactly with that visual: driving hardcore with lyrics about all the things capitalism takes from us, then tries to pump us up to take it back. In spirit, it’s probably an incantation of Ignite, but in practice it ends up being like thirty-eight minutes of the first two Metallica records. Which is fine; lots of people like Metallica. –Theresa W. (Grown Your Own, grow_your_own_records.com)