Deep breath, punks. Concentrate, relax, and prepare yourself for pure filth. San Diego's HEAT harness the fury of first wave SoCal powerviolence and inject it with calmly chaotic nail biting make-you-want-to-break-everything modern hardcore fury. Listen to "Shades Of Blue" and try to keep your ass in the chair. You cannot. The mosh parts are unreal, and HEAT gets so damn ugly when they blast....this six minutes had better be just a teaser. More please.