Visceral, tactile and raw churns from Montreal. COP GUTS are thick and meaty, and the shit will get stuck in your teeth....it's almost like the band are struggling to shove their very sounds through a cheesecloth, making everything sound forced and compacted. And they are serious like a brain aneurysm, demanding that you pay attention....to yourself and your place and your thoughts and your actions. And an effect like that is way tougher than riffs. Choice cut: "Crisis Crisis."