An ugly little punk album, raging and collapsing, full of feedback squeals, ranting yowls, and undisciplined, writhing rhythms. Gotta admire the commitment to bile - refreshingly sincere! But this can't decide if its about start-stop virtuosity or fist-dumb bludgeoning, and doesn't quite do pull off "both".
I'll bet if I'd seen these guys live and bought this album at the show I'd be going nuts for it. It almost pulls off the bottling-of-a-ripping-show trick, but without the memory of the real thing to fill in the blanks you're left wishing it was tighter, hookier, better 3/5
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