Fast and snotty hardcore harking back to the genre’s earliest, brattiest days. The guitars are bright and crispy, like silver 5am sunshine slicing into a hungover brain. The drums are busy. Really busy. The vocals are a garbled sneer, equal parts spit and stomach acid. All of this is in constant motion, and constantly colliding. If you like Chain Whip or Circle Jerks or Career Suicide or Regulations or Zero Boys or Imploders or any of the bands who have sounded approximately like this since 1980 then you will be able to engage with it on a satisfying, primal, perhaps even reptilian level. If not, then I just don’t know what to say. Go get yourself checked out or something?
