Like firecrackers dropped mischievously into a garbage can, Toronto’s Career Suicide are back on the beat, thrashing it up something mad for these blasts of snot-faced early 80s hardcore. Just as soon as the needle connects you’ll find them up and in your face, wrapping two scrawny hands around your throat with barely concealed glee and only letting go for long enough to push you down the fucking stairs. Top notch, typically.
