Another shining example of hardcore done right; noisy, no faux aggression, no tough guy 'beatdown' bullshit and no fuckin clean singing. This is a record that opens up like a typical day in Boston; a tumultuous shitfest of pissed screaming (because who wouldn't be pissed that they had to live in Boston). The drums clobber their way through your facial bones while the savage guitars sway and slam across the entire record with enough piss n vinegar to make any typical vocalist fall behind. But that's not the case here; we've got throaty yells, gnarly screams and some great moments that really make their vocalist the alpha dog of this pack. Great hardcore for those of us out there who don't normally touch the stuff.
RIP n TEAR
