Agoraphobic continue in their mission to reduce everything in their path to ashes and charred bone fragments. Approximately sixteen-hundred and twenty seven tracks on their side of the 7″, playing fast, nasty metal-grind-filth numbers with lyrics like “This song’s to commemorate my glorious return to feeling like shit.” Amen to that. Just get in, do the job quickly and leave with blood on your hands.
I don’t really know what to say about Gob. They quite often consist of strange clanging noises topped with nasty shouting, then suddenly bursting into a flurry of precision playing and full-on grind madness. Sounds like maybe a cross between Gasp and Crossed Out that makes for an interesting and occasionally unsettling mess, despite their crappy lyrics.
So, great stuff all told, though obviously not if you don’t like grind. But then, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t pay any heed to a band named Agoraphobic Nosebleed, right?