Review by: Alex Deller
Fuck, this is satisfying. Gross, ragged-edged punk that’s caught between the bulky, hulking crust of Framtid and the pungent fumes of some kind of metallic, Sacrilege-tinged stenchcore. The vocals are pure garbled rage and the chunky riffing frequently dissolves into feedback and dirty, smog-grey static through which only rabid, razorwire solos can emerge. It’s ghastly and misshapen in the best kind of way, and right at this moment I’d love to hear an album’s worth of similar piss-reeking grot. Make it happen, please!