First time on vinyl for this rampaging slab of UK crust, which might’ve come out back in 1994 but sounds fresh enough that it makes perfect sense alongside Phobia’s modern roster of cider-barfing savages. The music is a total blunt-force assault and sits nicely alongside the likes of Doom, Deviated Instinct and Hellbastard, charging at you with brickbat riffs and barbed wire solos while the vocals are divvied up between a Neanderthal bellow and a blistered rasp. Despite the wanton atonality and frantic pace there are songs buried beneath the filth and shit – not nice ones or pretty ones to be sure, but proof enough that you don’t need to bog yourself down with such quaint things as melody if you want to get your pissed off political point across.
