Labels: Iron Lung
Review by: Alex Deller
This thing hurtles, but is ungainly while it does it. A teetering fucking mess comprising gnashed teeth, pick scrapes and the ominous, wobbly sound the thick strings on your guitar make when they’ve been throttled waaaayyyyy too hard. Feedback is daubed like excrement on the walls of a third world police cell, the drummer tries to get shit under control but he can’t… quite… manage… it and the solo – if that’s what you want to call it – to ‘Tear The Veins Out’ sounds like a drunken macaque playing the trumpet. It’s raw, it’s hellish and, yeah, it’s pretty fucking awesome with it.