Five tracks of mad, snarky, brain-bleed hardcore. It’s fast, serrated and everything sort of blurs together into an eye-watering, throat-clogging dust storm of noise that, for all its gnashing craziness, never fragments or collapses inward. For pace and energy think NEOS, albeit channelled via the blown-out burliness of Framtid. Four tracks don’t crack a minute, while ‘MF Stomp’, which I’m guessing is a theme song of sorts, barely doubles that runtime. Even this doesn’t let you get your breath back, though: it keeps you on the ropes with incessant thumps, only to revert to its true, primitive, adrenaline-craving nature with one final gut-churning blast of blistering speed.
