Raging grind torn from the demented brain of one solitary Norwegian dude as he dips in and out of the genre’s various monstrous forms and belches up 12 savage tracks that come off somewhere between Insect Warfare, Brutal Truth and Nasum. Other than a dumb carnival keyboard interlude on side B the whole thing’s pretty fucking unrelenting, with no let-up between riffs or even songs as it takes a chisel in one hand, a hammer in the other and has a go at a bit of amateur trepanation – not to cure your migraine or let out the demons of course, but simply for its own bloody-minded amusement. Nasty.