Well, it's a Hot Snakes album, more or less like the two that came before it, full of chugging guitars, thundering drums and frustrated shouting. Unfortunately its the weakest of the band's similar-ish three albums.
As before, for each song there's generally one big punk maneuver that catapults towards you, shifting up or down a gear, coming back, up or down a gear, coming back, adding a couple of bars of climax, and then its over and another song starts. This isn't music about surprises, it's a decidedly blunt instrument, and not even one that hits as hard as Suicide Invoice or Automatic Midnight, which at least had breakneck batshit rage to recommend them.
This is a comparitively tame beast that is in need of some new tricks 2.5/5
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