A big lumbering thing that goes for maximum damage but somehow doesn’t leave much of a lasting impression. Metal, grind and hardcore are unified by way of crust: an ashcloud-grey aesthetic that leaves a sticky, bitter-tasting residue whether the band are channeling Nasum or the bounciness of death ‘n’ roll Entombed. The diversity of influence means they’re a definite cut above many of the innumerable Wolfbrigade / Disfear wannabes doing the rounds, but the fact that I stop thinking about them as soon as the album comes to a halt doesn’t exactly suggest I’ve found the love of my life here.
