Klonns are onto something pretty neat, but I can’t entirely put my finger on what it is. Blisteringly raw and ugly, the blown-out, static-shattered sound definitely owes a debt to the likes of Framtid and Confuse, and their choice of an Abraham Cross cover certainly bears out these ragged punk notions. At the same time, though, hints of noise, metal and grind bleed into the mix – not overtly, but in a way that nevertheless makes your subconscious brain make wobbly connections to bands like Friendship, Full Of Hell and Dead In The Dirt. The seven studio tracks (three of which appeared on the band’s split with Granule, reviewed elsewhere) are a full-on assault and over before you quite know what’s happened, buzzing furiously away with an evil, serrated sound that’s capable of removing your scalp like it’s the sloppy top of a soft boiled egg. Twelve live tracks then ensue, and while they’re far from easy listening the murkier, less on-point recording at least allows you to gather your wits and wipe away the blood trickling from your ears before it’s time to start with the sickening meat of the release all over again.