I ripped these thirteen minutes of wild style mutant hardcore when I got home from a frustrating fourteen hour day and it was exactly what I needed. First few tracks are muddy and phased out (because DIY punk, punk) but the shit clears up just about the same time as the after-shifter starts working and I'm feeling the fukk out of FOIL because hi-NRG punk rules always, you dig? The Wonder Destroying Machine tells me that there is even more and I make a mental note to include more FOIL in my future but before I delve any deeper I hear the murk starts to clear and oh snap these fools are gloriously ferocious treble rebels and I swear I am paying full attention because bands like this don't swing through very frequently and FOIL is sounding like something I need more of. A lot more of. Sometime around "Drawing Blood" it becomes apparent that FOIL are one of those essential bands and then.....then "Tale Of A Rat Race" starts and I feel like the Universe is speaking to me.
"...,when do we get to relax / every day feels back to back / working at your stupid job...."
So I'm just gonna go to sleep now and this will post in a few hours around the time I get up to go to work again. Actually, I'm going to set this to post at the same time I'm setting my alarm, which is something less than five hours from now. Foiled indeed, right? The entire fukkn thing is a scam and it's all a lie except for the part that's real and super duper important. But no one is gonna tell you what that part really is, you dig? That's what sucks. You know what doesn't suck? Foiled by FOIL.
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