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This is a record of dissonance: Think too much and you incapacitate yourself. Think too little and you become a pawn. Solitude is deadening, yet people are infuriating. The past haunts, the future horrifies, the present stultifies. Age brings confidence, along with irrelevance as the world moves on, replacing each generation with the next.
What does it sound like? The above, by way of guitar, bass, drums, vocals, volume, speed, anguished sonic twists. A short, sharp shock, with little hope but ample catharsis. Just another exercise in hardcore-punk ritualism, or is there more to it? Up to you. Put on your dancing shoes and flail blindly until something hits you.
- Format Type: 12"