Seven tracks of shattered-sounding stuff that straddles the line between garage, grunge and noise-rock. Things’re jammed so far in the red that the riffs form a sort of slurry where you can just about detect changes of tone and intent, while vocals are smeared on like the strange grease an unwanted houseguest leaves on your smartest sheets. Everything seems to lunge and bulge in the most unseemly way possible, gurning mindlessly away in a manner akin to Tad, Kyuss, ‘Bleach’-era Nirvana and The Heads at their most aggro. It’s ugly and discombobulating and all kinds of gross, and it is, of course, also a whole lot of unsavoury fun. Get on it!
