Pummeling curveball from Fucked Up channeling the world of HC that birthed them - despotic and horrendously sludgy riffs exploding in octaves lower than Hades, crashing against hellish bellowing all while the rhythm section heaves at a pace that only Noothgrush, Crossed Out, Kiss it Goodbye, and Bloodlet would tread upon. Topped off with an absolutely despicable cover of Saint-Saens The Aquarium this is the mythologically psychedelic sludge record you never thought Fucked Up would make. 4 tracks of pure audio excretion.
