Labels: Profane Existence
Review by: Alex Deller
Bleak metallic crust from Portland. The title track hems and haws with a shonky melodic intro before cutting the crap and popping you a good one on the jaw, shooting down any cheery thoughts you might have with monochromatic visions of blight and catastrophe. Legion on the flip is more of the same, driven forth by pounding drums, fast, ragged guitars and vocals dragged backwards through the throat in such a manner that the word ‘hoarse’ barely does them justice. It’d be a rampant untruth to say these guys outstay their welcome since the thing seems to be over almost as soon as it’s begun – they’re in and out before you know it, leaving an unholy shitstorm in their wake and no forwarding address for the cleaning bill. Typical.