Labels: Dead Letter
Review by: Alex Deller
Starts interestingly with a nice enough piece of synth action akin to Song of Zarathustra and all their kith and kin, before rapidly descending into standard, punchy, screamy hardcore that seems to vaguely concern itself with some sort of bland revolution, doubtless involving dancing and looking handsome. Too bad I’m ugly and can’t dance worth shit. Impossible to really fault this for what it is, but at this point in my life I need more than a set of empty slogans and a smart pair of shoes to save me from the brink of self-destruction and abject despair. If you still have a silver strand of hope in your heart and fancy hearing a Norwegian band sound like Refused, Seven Feet Four, J. R. Ewing or Light The Fuse And Run then check them out. Personally, I’m about spent.