Last time I wittered on about Slices I used Zeke as a comparison, and it seems since then they’ve embraced their rock n’ roll side even more. Something like half the cuts here, y’see, are fairly straightahead hc/rock n’ roll sitting mid-way between early Fucked Up (up to/including the first LP, say) and the Dwarves. These ones belt along at a fair old clip, catchily caustic and draped liberally with thick strings of their singer’s sticky spit. Yum. Elsewhere, though, the pace slows to a laboured traipse and the band show weary flickers of latterday Unsane, ‘Why Do You Make Yourself So Sad’ and ‘All My Life’ prime – and excellent – examples while ‘Horse Race’ is even more ragged, garbled and unwilling to compromise. It’s a short album – too short, in fact – but it’s another excellent outing from these guys and there’s nevertheless quite a bit to take onboard despite its brief duration.