Pure crash-bang-wallop punk primitivism from this Argentinian band, with five songs that sound like their players only learned their instruments the day before committing things to tape. The vocals are blank and dismissive, the guitar powers along with furrow-browed determination and the drums are a senseless mess of dropped dustbin lids – the sort of stuff that’s liable to put a knot in your shoulder and a twitch in your eye if you like ‘proper’ music, but shambolically-delivered nectar for those who prefer their punks to have one stumpy flipper still dangling down in the primordial soup.
