Ragged, whirlwind-of-knives metal from this lot, which harks back to a time when the likes of Sodom and Sarcófago were inadvertently laying down guidelines for subgenres that bled far beyond their thrashy intentions. The roughness of the production adds to the sense of manic, gnashing energy, and while the focus is on speed, attack and mindless aggression there are also stabs of intrigue (the bass scrabble bursting into ‘Floating Head’; the bona fide killer riffs that slice their way through the title track) that suggest there’s more at play than crazed adrenaline rush alone. It’s ripping stuff – very much recommended for anyone who fancies a rougher, punked-up take on Concrete Winds, Black Curse or Hallucinator.
