Labels: Enslaved
Review by: Alex Deller
Eight songs of fast, pissed off punk that could probably pass as having snuck out of some sweat-smelling basement on the other side of the pond in the early 80s. Not that many of us can actually remember such times, given that we were either more focused on the Muppets than early Dischord rarities or not actually born. So it goes.
Anyway. Music that makes me wish I could actually skateboard, instead of being the dumb uncoordinated lunk that I am. Thrash thrash thrash. Lyrics about skating, hating, and realising what a waste of time life really is. And it is. Boredom, apathy, and exhaustion. No way out but into the ground at the end of it. Depressing but true, and here are E.T.A to just hammer the point home some more. But at least they do it well.