More Aussie powerviolence here, though for a change not courtesy of Extortion. Rort, while sharing some sort of lineage and similarly grim Rohan-penned artwork, don’t possess quite the same level of basic, white-knuckled hostility. Sure, they thump through some chunky riffs and the hate-filled lyrics are grunted out with convincing animosity, but once the seven tracks are done and the dust has settled you’ll find yourself still standing and wondering why the promised death blow hasn’t been delivered. Bah.
