Heavy duty downtuned hardcore that comes clawing its way up through decades’ worth of filth and muck like the shit-choked voice of reason. Concerning themselves with the evils meted out on the environment and the fallout of war there’s no surprise that these guys aren’t exactly brimming over with good cheer, and the three songs here have anger enough to last most bands a lifetime. By turns hurtling along like a bullet train and then slowing their pace to a doom-laden crawl, High On Crime occupy that same brutal, nihilistic realm as Diallo, His Hero Is Gone or Artimus Pyle, leaving us duly chastised and with no false hopes for the future; the only vague sense of joy coming from the fact that the music carrying their woebegone message happens to be so damn good.
