Strange scratchy hardcore that I kinda don’t know what to do with. You can hear Gregg Ginn, Bubba Dupree and a hint of first 7″ Meat Puppets swirling around in the mix, which naturally lends things a manic, scrabbly, bounce-off-the-walls vibe. Despite the scrawny sound, though, there’s also a weird sense of heft that brings something tough and unforgiving to mind … almost like some bull-necked straightedge band that’s been whittled down to a single sharp splinter of piss-swilling antagonism. It’s ugly and it’s all too brief, but despite the album’s short duration there’s more than enough to chew over for listen after blighted listen.