An all-out crust assault from Philadelphia which manages to balance a sense of thoroughly incessant clamour with a neat songwriting edge. The vocal delivery is all gnashed teeth / bulging eyes and the band certainly don’t shy away from full-on, scorched earth Dis-band attacks. At the same time, though, there are also some riffier interjections and plenty of Inepsy-style rock ‘n’ roll breaks to help provide a bit more light and shade to the stark, monochromatic mayhem. In summary: well worth trading a couple of bottles of super strength cider for, should you fancy adding another raging crust record with skulls on the cover to your collection.
