The last blast from Insect Warfare before they scuttle back from whence they came isn’t, as many might expect, another early-Earache grind reaming but a blitzkrieg of barely-connected drum / vocal / feedback incantations that’ll be pretty much incomprehensible to all but the most hardened grindfreaks. The key points of reference here would be the likes of Japanese mentalists World and Svensk noisemongers Arsedestroyer, meaning any sense of clear structure or rationale is cacklingly replaced with an unrelenting attempt to twist your neck in as many different directions as possible. It’s an aneurysm-inducing keeper for sure, but whether you’ll wear out the grooves on the wax depends entirely on how much of a glutton for punishment you are.
