Lasso rope you right in with this, their second 7″. It’s frantic and furious, scrabbling maniacally like the unwanted thoughts that chip away at the inside of your head come 3am. For all their rabid ways, though, there’s a real sense of togetherness and purpose: the riffs are jagged but coherent, and the singer’s belligerent snarls are delivered with intent that is murderous yet calculatingly so. There’s a definite Rudimentary Peni influence at play, but to me their sound lies part-way between the aberrant brutishness of Warthog and the off-kilter weirdness of Vivisected Numbskulls. The results are odd, and defiantly ugly, and as painfully compelling as probing the raw, rotten space in your mouth where a bad tooth once was.
