Fuckin’ A, these guys just keep getting better. If you can believe it, this six-song EP is even more diverse and confident than their last full-length (Won).
I was laughing at the album art until the CD started playing. Baroque acoustic guitars beneath Suffocation-style vocals? Early-In Flames duel lead riffing? Wow!
Patrick of Dillinger Four called it “spastic garage rock from beyond mixed with the sexy panache of new wave.” That’s more concise than what I was gonna say.
Hissing, barking, drilling and sputtering cantankerousness splattershot through a hard-nose garage template that doesn’t ignore the past 20 years like many do.
An experience that gels to your bones like only the best metal albums can: A shock treatment that not only leaves you in disbelief, but with an afterglow.