Thousandswilldie kick this thing off with the first of three eerie electronic interludes, carving up the unabashed violence of their fluid yet muscular grindcore without necessarily providing the space you need to breathe. It might be less of a flat-out wall of speed than their 7″ for RSR but the songwriting has developed and they’re still not fucking around: everything’s taut, steroid-pumped and viciously inventive with only one song deigning to break the 60-second barrier. That’ll be an uphill battle for Romans Psychofagist, then, who’re left to potter around, mop up the blood and sweep up the busted teeth with their gobbledegook grind, chopping and changing between styles every time one of them has a fresh idea and throwing sax squeals and cello honks into the mix alongside the regular metal instrumentation. Of their three numbers, one is a Tomahawk cover and that just about says it all – reliably bonkers but not up to snuff when compared to the unbridled hostility of their Californian buddies.