This band can grind like the Masscore bands, pinch their balls and squeal like the heavy metal skippies, and prog it out like, uh, whoever still plays “prog.”
Not what should’ve been Terrorizer/ex-Napalm Death guitarist Jesse Pintado’s last work. A pillar of excellent throughout his career, he deserved a better end.
Perfect album name for these Southern-fried hardcore shot-pounders. A good time, blackout darkness lurking beneath the party, some butt-wiggle, some stumble.
A fraction of the metal thrashing mad fun, and the humor is all but gone. Some evil thirds singing sweet Slayer, but the majority here seems played out.