Get some knuckle protectors kids, those shits about to be dragging all over the damn floor for the next eight minutes. Let the Lowest Common Denonimator Rule rule you, and dig into the Blood, Sweat and No Tears-era NYHC dropped by Pittsburgh's ASHKENAZI a few years back. Bizarrely sprinkled with THIN LIZZY sensibilities, Nature Of The Beast goes from infectious to addictive before the first breakdown (which comes at the 0:59 mark, assuming we aren't counting the mosh heavy intro). Why can't it all be this easy?
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