Woah, this is one big ugly lump of a thing. Distilling influences from across hardcore’s storied, studded, acne-scarred past and dolloping in some ugly metal influences (dig that Blasphemy rip, eh) the band continue to do what they do best – i.e. kick your sodding head in.
Everything here is possessed with a disgustingly burly sense of heft and charged with a powerful, purposeful walk-through-walls energy. Like Bastard by way of Sacrilege the riffs bulldoze everything in their path, while the vocalist sounds like he’s belligerently coughing up endless lungfuls of burning sand.
Whether charging ahead at full tilt or slowing things down to a murderous pound each of the five songs is absolutely golden. The second track, ‘Black Milk’, deserves a particular shout-out, though: not only is it a total stomp, but it incorporates some excellent guest vocals that lend things an unexpectedly weird, ritual quality.