Labels: Teenage Disco Bloodbath
Review by: Alex Deller
Proper hairy-bollocked ROCK music from folks who’ve been around the block a fair few times, the band clumping their way through seven ridiculously feral tracks in a manner which brings to mind High On Fire playing Karp tunes. Huge lumps of riff are used, wadded up and tossed to the side as Matt Oates roars and bellows his way through it all like a piss-drunk n’ lairy Matt Pike, the band occasionally ungritting their teeth for long enough to allow the odd sodden melody to flit between the fuzz and the fury before they deliver yet another series of hammerblows to the back of your head.