Diallo? Diallo are stone cold dead these days. Here, laid out flat and ready to be prettied up for the funeral are two songs cut very much from the HHiG/Tragedy mould – fast, bleak, throaty hardcore tuned so low you can feel it rattling your coccyx but with something almost anthemic thrown into the choruses. Could’ve done without the slightly off-key melodic break on the first song, but hey. S’all good, even if they didn’t quite live up to the promise displayed on their side of the split with Artimus Pyle.
Exhale are back and still flailing mad, chucking around their three-chord thrash like nobody’s business while their singer blurts out his words as though someone’s socking him in the belly for each and every yell. For some reason their side of this record sounds like the songs were recorded directly from an overplayed mixtape, meaning their choppy thrash fights for life beneath a layer of watery noise generally associated with a cassette’s pilgrimage toward the great shoebox in the sky. Too bad really, since it hampers what was otherwise a pretty nice 7inch. Pah.