Might be in the minority, but I fairly rate this big bastard as a whole lot better than the two 7″s. While they still have the awkward, lunkheaded lurches, Brainbombs dirging and skull-scraping feedback intact, there’s something strangely rock n’ rollish about tracks like ‘Medusa’ and ‘Nightmare Man’ that draw a more jagged version of Zeke to mind; as if you’re listening to ‘Kicked In The Teeth’ after a broken bottle’s been roughly twisted into the side of your head. Admittedly, the experience is, on the whole, fairly fucking unpleasant, but the humungous sound and the way the bile-streaked vocals clamber haphazardly between each rough-hewn sonic lump demand that you stick with things until the bitter end no matter how ugly things get.