Opening with a queasy twang and some slurred vocals, the debut from Portland’s Gimmick could initially be mistaken for some long lost Skin Graft relic. That impression, though, is quickly shattered as the band surge into a blurt of ugly, untamed hardcore that’s all kinds of wrong. The vocals are one elongated sneer after another, while lumpy, scab-encrusted riffs slouch and scurry, every once in a while trailing off into weird snuffling asides that’re part-way between Tad and Slayer. If the overall vibe is one of anxious despair the energy levels remain heart-poundingly high – a discomfiting mix that recalls those dreams that have you running and running and running, even though you’d ultimately prefer to stop in your tracks and let the horror at your heels devour you.