The first album from this Greensboro wrecking crew wasn’t exactly polite, but this follow-up is almost tripping over itself to be as hateful as humanly possible. Ostensibly cut from the same stuff as Enabler, Nails, Svffer and all the rest of ’em, Torch Runner have pushed the aggression through the roof to the point where ‘Endless Nothing’ is little more than a blur of teeth and claws. As I let myself get carried away by the relentless shitslide of it all for the umpteenth time it dawned on me what they remind me most of: a feral, feedback-haemorrhaging sludge act like Cavity or Eyehategod stuffed to the gills with extra-strength stay-awake pills and driving flat-out towards a police roadblock. It’s vicious bloody stuff, and one to file alongside the smouldering, hate-spewing Hierophant and Cowards records in your collection.
