One of my top five hardcore releases. This record scared the crap out of me the first time I ever heard it. Still today it's an excellent example of a genre, and features some of the tightest performances of said style. Vicious and fast and surgical.
Sadly, like a lot of hardcore acts they slowed it down, grew the hair, started smoking pot etc etc etc and proceeded to lose a ton of intensity. But this record is just a glistening gem - a terrific artifact representative of discliplined hardcore displaying the groundedness and work ethic of us wholesome, unassuming Midwesterners.
One of the favorites. Was somehow reminded to put it up here after the spouse/girlbaby/I was introduced to Emily Roysdon in a hotel pool by a good friend.
We summer vacating all over the place here as evidenced by the sporadic loading. But now the heat is on and maybe more time spent away from under the hotthotthott inclement.
When we say the King, we mean Tubby... not that fat, greasy racist with the wiggly leg.
Here The King With The Upsetter = Da kine
I rey! The higher the monkey climbs the more him expose.