Labels: False Profit
Review by: Alex Deller
Utterly malignant noise-rock, hailing from Glasgow. Riffs are large and cumbersome, hefted like bodies being dumped uncaringly onto the back of a wagon. Vocals are weird: part dead-eyed Brainbombs monologue, part hectoring wail and part Mark E. Smith diatribe. It’s all dense, irregular and deeply worrisome, fretting away with a murderous sense of determination even though you get the sense that each member of the band is probably running on empty.