Pretty deadly stuff here from Armor, who combine the ragged-edged bluster of Framtid with the kind of thick-necked, bullying hardcore you might expect from a label like Quality Control. The thing stomps about the place like there’s no tomorrow, crashing furiously between songs in a way that seems purpose-built for kicking jaws off faces. ‘Fraud’ wins out for me thanks to its undeniable catchiness and the huge rampaging breakdown, but truth be told the other three tracks aren’t too far behind… no wonder the damn thing is into its fourth pressing already!
