This tape lands like a perfect dropkick to your idiot jaw: a note-perfect, stop-on-a-dime amalgam of sweaty, tuff-as-fuck NYHC (Cro-Mags, Agnostic Front, Killing Time etc.) and the sporty positivity of first-few-years Revelation Records. There’s zero fat to trim and the sense of urgency with which these five songs are played absolutely crackles, making for a release that positively brims over with grit, promise and determination.
