04 December 2015


Hopelessly infectious no-fi garage hardcore from a crew of early '00s So Cal wingnuts. The guitar is so piercing and so gloriously shitty that it's almost hard to tell when tracks like "Big Dick Crucifix" launch into breakneck hardcore for a few seconds before they settle into their fierce and snotty groove, while the sheer chaos of "Future Cop" rivals greats like FAT DAY for discordant irreverence. The best seven minutes of your day are ahead of you, my friends.

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