Jack's singer sounds like he's had his 5 a day of grindcore d-beat serial murdering, scaling lizardly up to hardcore and down to muddy drrrrty noisegrind of Sete Star Sept's secret service of female fronted things on fire tires screeching down the road in a blackened unicorn punk tanked daymare. Sötétségben, Ludmila, Porrá Lett Szabadság, Szekta, Bacteriological Weapon, Air Vents, Destruction from the Inside, Replacing the Dna, Human Understanding
