Second tape from this Charlottetown rippers, WARSH makes me wanna rip up every time I hear them. That creepy crawl bass into to the title track, Sophia's desperate howl fighting through the reverb as if that fader controls oppression itself, the guitar non-solo that corrupts the slow mosh into to "Backseat Boxing." Fucking all of it. Only four cuts here, maybe WARSH reviewed the 92 seconds of "Brat" and just thought "nah, we're good, let's roll out" and left the studio in disarray. Pretty much how your brain is gonna be after you let this one rip at the appropriate volume.