Hailing from Sao Paulo, Brazil, I Shot Cyrus will seriously fuck with your face. Energy drips from this collection of songs like sweat being wrung from a bandana, a series of barely-controlled explosions condensing all that is still potent and pure in punk rock into twenty-one tracks that each barely graze the minute-and-a-half mark. Comparisons are beside the point since everyone who likes insanely brutal, energetic hardcore should be tearing at this like sharks in feeding frenzy, but if you imagine dousing Rambo, Hellnation and Los Crudos with petrol and forcing them to thrash for their lives before flicking a single burning match, you’ll be somewhere in the right ballpark. Without a doubt in my mind I can say that this is one of the most inspirational, life-affirming blasts of music I’ve heard in forever, and if you’re smart enough to sling this on I fucking defy you not to knock three tonnes of shit out of your bedroom walls and scissor kick your cat in the face.