Labels: Selfmadegod
Review by: Alex Deller
In case the cover didn’t give it away entirely, Psychoneurosis play ugly old-school grind. Has to be said that they know exactly what they’re doing, be this deploying biscuit tin drumming, splitting the vox between the Cookie Monster and the petulant whelp or getting their crunch to stop and start on a dime. Problem is, though, that it’s all kinda faceless, and also has these smoothed off edges that prevent it from doing any lasting damage. Okay for what it is, then, but unlikely to trump 324, Napalm Death or Looking For An Answer the next time you’re craving some primeval grind savagery.