If you want to know about early hardcore outside the US, this's about as good an introduction as you're gonna get: 18 bands from around the globe spit and shit their hearts out for 3 minutes each (however many songs that takes: Mob 47 get done with 4 tracks in 2:30 or so). That track-defying act of pacing alone's a stroke of genius, setting up a subtle, sputtering heartbeat.
It's a rush of loud, fast, brutal energy that rips with desperation and and that perfect punk combination of giving a shit // not giving a shit, cutting to each city's quick. Pacing's solid: transitioning from hardcore into a a variety of mode traditional punk cousins, pre-post-punk, metal-drenched grindcore, and everything in between. It's exhausting, packed with a million little ideas about how to rip the world apart, wrapping up a bunch of shitkickers that you'd otherwise have a hard time tracking down 3.5/5
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