Like a super-charged bulldozer, Terminal Bliss are off at the start line before you even had a chance to buckle your seatbelt. Full-throttle destruction of the entire post-hardcore genre from this cadre of subcultural beefcakes who you might recognize from Pg. 99, City Of Caterpillar, Iron Reagan, Flesh Eating Creeps, and like a friggin’ million other RVA crushers! To me it sounds like a more straight-forward Guyana Punch Line, which makes for a very enjoyable ten songs in ten minutes. All on one side of the record. Perfect for repeat listening. –Daryl (Relapse)