Labels: Shogun
Review by: Alex Deller
Stupidly mental Mexican punk wherein just about everything is overloaded to the point of rupture, these six tracks tearing along in a manner that suggests either garage-streaked hardcore or hardcore-streaked garage, or perhaps just a big fucking blown-out mess that it’s pointless to even try to classify. Spluttering and sneering amid all the clattering chaos are these weird, wobbly, FX-laden vocals that don’t exactly add clarity but provide another layer of joy to the racket with each and every phlegm-strewn exhortation, their inclusion pushing the needle so far into the red that there’s no point looking back as you grit your teeth and hang on for dear life while the band chew at their own tongues and tumble toward a terrifying yet triumphant oblivion of their own making.