The things you've (hopefully) about the new PRISION POSTUMO LP are true. It's great, and so is this collection of pogo stomps from 2017. The awkward monotone drawl of the vocals seems to be loping behind the beat, forcing sing along verses where they may or not belong while the band just bowls over these tracks with the subtlety of a 250lb wasted meathead bang moshing his way through a pit of adolescents suburban kids with his elbows up high. And in this moment...I feel like I'm that meathead. Except I'm in my house. Alone. Moshing in a chair.
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