This record is so LOUD it’s actually kind of alarming: an unapologetic assault on the senses that takes a clawhammer to Discharge’s “noise not music” proclamation and throws the broken lumps at anyone daft enough to stand too close. Every needle is pushing into the red as the band roar and rage, the guitars blown out and the bellowed vocals crackling at the edges. Despite the unrestrained clangour of it all, though, the noise isn’t meaningless. The songs are punchy, direct, and satisfying beyond mere crashed out sonics – a weird, malevolent sort of combination for sure, but one that shouldn’t come as a big surprise given the band’s genetic links to the masked weirdos in Skitklass.