by Scott Hefflon
Um, this ain’t punk, it ain’t hardcore, it ain’t rock, it ain’t heavy or even funkified somethingerother. At times it has heavy soul, like Mindfunk, at other times it’s got an ’80s thrash-whiz snarl, and those are the good times. Dunno. It stomps in so many styles, yet never really leaves its mark. Some good moments save this from sucking, letting you know that in there somewhere is a good fuckin’ band that just needs to figure out who they are.