What I love about S.H.I.T. is just how caustic and uncaring it all is. I mean, listen to this thing: the riffs kick ass, but the overall sound seems designed to remove every inch of skin from your sickly body. It’s flailing and antisocial and just all over the place, while at the same time seeming to know exactly what it’s doing. Everything jabs, gouges and scrapes, but while it’s a raging hell of a thing you can’t help but want the pain to keep on coming.