I listened to the 1985/86 INSANITY yesterday on the drive back from Bakersfield (you can still find them here, and I still recommend it), and it reminded me that I've been meaning to plant this 1989 burner right on your precious little cheeks. The riffing does not stop, and these monkeys look at you like you are a fool if you ask for a breakdown....and then they drop "Ultimate Death" on your ass and the dancefloor just crumbles, it's as if they are saying "What, punk? You asked for it, you get what you asked for. We are going to get back to thrashing now." This is raw Bay Area Thrash - nothing more/nothing less.