Compiled by Raul (Dwell) and Rayshele Teige (ex-Century Media), you’d trust this’d be the best of women in extreme metal, but it fails to engage on any level.
The soundtrack runs dayglo red with the work of contemporary artists mining the paisley vein, with some bona-fide artifacts thrown in for legitimacy’s sake.
A good stab at Hüsker Dü’s Land Speed Record in intensity. It’s more punk than hardcore, and a very refreshing glass of youthful angst on this hot sunny day.
This ain’t gonna challenge anyone’s expectations about the future of music, but Three Years Down plays good, tight punk rock and that should be enough.
You can fuck to it, drink to it, declare a point of grave creation, sit in exile under fist over lecture, or stare at a dark wall with a gun in your underwear.