Klonns are back with four new tracks and of course they fucking destroy. Huge, ugly riffs clump around the place with deadly intent and the vocals are just a garbled mess: it’s vicious and repellent and it DOES NOT LET UP. If you poke around you can detect traces of Gauze, L.S.D. or Lip Cream, but despite this – and the brazen references to classic Japanese hardcore – Klonns are, for the most part, operating in their own mighty space rather than owing a debt to anyone else.
