This monster is on loan from a friend in The Mission, and now that it's time to give it back, I find that I pretty desperately need (ok, "want") a copy of my own. Eleven minutes of frantic, anguished light speed hardcore that lands somewhere between raw black metal and '90s screamo, even though it's really just a completely unfiltered sonic interpretation of a brutal reality. The rhythms/riffs are mostly driven by the bass, the drums are like a off balance 45rpm blast beat lock groove played at 33, vocals something between ASSHOLE PARADE and PAXTON QUIGGLY while the guitars....fukk man, they're just a wave of torment washing over the whole mix. The sonic presentation, even if it's just a lucky accident, needs to be studied - even copied. It's wild. Intense. Free, whether in spite of or because of its utter desperation.
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