Just incredibly ugly hardcore. Everything stumbles blindly into everything else, arms pinwheeling and streamers of sticky spit trailing from slack, gaping mouths. The singer sounds like he might be a crudely drawn cartoon character that has a clenched fist where a face should be. There is a song that demands you to ‘open up your doors’, but since it is called ‘Convienant Store’ we assume this has less to do with throwing open the gates of perception than angrily demanding a Peperami and a packet of crisps at 3am, consequences be damned. If you dig the knuckleheaded glory of the Psychos retrospective that Radio Raheem put out, you will enjoy this. If you laugh heartily every time you think of Negative FX fucking up that Mission Of Burma gig, you will enjoy this. I, enjoy this.
