This is one of my all time favorite records and it's kind of a surprise that it has taken me this long to get it up here. Imagine a world where Meshuggah, Khanate and The Abominable Iron Sloth have a baby. We'll call this baby 'Buster'. If you want absolute desperation in your music, you've found it. Written by one of their dying band members as his life was literally slipping through his fingers. This album is an embodiment in hatred in all of its splendor and glory. All of that loathing and teeth-gnashing animosity shoved down your throat. The guitars are merciless, pretty much akin to being clubbed in the face repeatedly with a broken parking meter by some 20-foot tall scaly behemoth. The drums are rhythmically complex when they need to be and brain-splatteringly simple when they don't. If you're not going to play this at max volume then you're a fucking pussy and probably shouldn't download this.
Do me a favor.
Fucking kill yourself.
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