It’s Kriegshög, so needless to say things here are crushing and relentless. The two main tracks (‘General’ and ‘Feather’) are straightahead blasters employing little beyond ceaseless pummel and aggrieved roars as they careen rabidly on, possessed of the kind of sheer will that suggests you could set them aflame and shoot them full of arrows and the bastard things’d still keep coming at you. Things end on the odd, wonky note of ‘Love Blood’ which is both daft and pointless, but somehow still forgivable given the brilliant brutality that preceded it.
