This is a record of dissonance: Think too much and you incapacitate yourself. Think too little and you become a pawn. Solitude is deadening, yet people are infuriating. The past haunts, the future horrifies, the present stultifies. Age brings confidence, along with irrelevance as the world moves on, replacing each generation with the next. What does it sound like? The above, by way of guitar, bass, drums, vocals, volume, speed, anguished sonic twists. A short, sharp shock, with little hope but ample catharsis. Just another exercise in hardcore-punk ritualism, or is there more to it? Up to you. Put on your dancing shoes and flail blindly until something hits you. 500 copies on black 150gr vinyl housed in a 24pt reverse board jacket with oversized lyric sheet included. Recorded by Jeffery McNulty. Mixed and mastered by Arthur Rizk. Art by Paulo Jeca Schulz with text by Shaun Dean. FFO: Cold Sweat, Negative FX, Ripcord, Agnostic Front, Urban Waste, Die Kreuzen.
