Furious as fuck hardcore ramming its love for bands like Siege down your throat so hard and fast you’ve practically puked it back up before the bitter taste has even had chance to stick in your gullet. Initial listens might not reveal much, suggesting little more than a noisy, directionless mess, but a few plays down the line you begin to catch on to what the hell is going on and revel in Rosenbombs’ hateful, negative energy – all eleven bastard songs of it.
