A contribution from a Friend Of The Escape in Edmonton: five tracks tracks of howling intensity. DBeat tinge to a cacophonous display of power fronted by gruff vocals that take their space by pure force. Lurches like the start to "Diseased Generation" are good resets before the band puts their collective foot on your neck...and I'm not even going to talk about the mid tempo bit that closes out the same track, because it's terrifying. CREEPING CHILL urgent, they sound pissed, and they sound fukkn real. I love getting tapes in the mail.
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