Despite developing a heinous allergy to plain, unpackaged CD-Rs and the crap they usually contain, this one was a welcome blip of excitement on an otherwise dreary morning. Warzone Womyn you should recognize from the crushing split they shared with the Endless Blockade, and herein they dish out sixteen blurts of searing, sub-minute power violence that wraps a billyclub round your skull and proceeds to viciously kick you in the ribs for eleven or so fright-filled minutes. If you’re a fan of No Comment and the like then you should already be keeping a keen eye on these maniacs, and if you’re not a fan of No Comment then you shouldn’t be allowed an opinion anyway. Zing!
