This is cool. Slippery-riffed hardcore that powers boldly along and occupies its own neatly-defined space. The sound is burly and aggressive, but possesses a wily sense of cunning. The vocals, too, fail to conform, variously coming across as surly, threatening and eardrum-piercingly desperate. Vanilla Poppers by way of Black Flag pretty much sums things up, and hopefully such a description’ll lead you to spend a cassette length’s worth of time in their enjoyably belligerent company.
