
Seven minutes of unrefined, metallic hardcore. A gritty 1996 blueprint of the beatdown sound, trading later polish for raw, basement-born desperation.
This is the raw, unpolished version of the band before they became the kings of the mosh pit.
A jagged, claustrophobic explosion of raw frustration and mid-nineties urban grit.
The production is pushed notably harder into hand played than this artist usually allows.
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