Within the grooves, the cohesion is apparent, Helloween blasts through their instantly recognizable sped-up Maiden-isms, and precision white-knuckle melodicism.
Hankshaw’s crisp, lemonade-sounding emo songs are so sensually invigorating, so painfully enjoyable to listen to, I wish the CD didn’t end after 10 minutes.
They fart, they curse, they tell their own fans that they’re a bunch of pussies, they try to score drugs and chicks from the stage, and they play goddamn fast.
Being called “Alice in Chains meets Helmet” sounds like a compliment, it really means, “remember the early ’90s sound? Well, this band is stuck there.”