‘Burn Everything’, ‘Slip Away’, ‘Stuck’, ‘Blinded’ – jeez, if ever you could sum up the feel of an album with the song titles alone then this’d be the one. Cold Sweat play mulishly awkward, Flag-damaged hardcore that’s truly fucking hateful. Each song is a dragged-out act of torment that snarls, leers and callously shits upon anything you might’ve held precious and, while this might not make it prerequisite teatime listening in many a household, it’s just the kind of bitter pill I need to help pass those slow, joyless days when you feel like murdering everyone who crosses your path. Essential.
