Not kidding, this is some honest to god oi! shit right there yet this stuff also couldn’t be more far removed from what you’d normally expect out of the genre, also marking a sharp departure from this Los Angeles group’s (rather unremarkable, if you ask me) earlier output. Rather, this record strikes me as another welcome addition to the small but growing canon of the emerging dungeon punk bubble, kinda like what a simplified Poison Ruïn might sound like if they dialed down the post punk and went all-in on the oi! elements. Add to that a singer who seems to channel some sort of alternate-reality true metal Frankie Stubbs clone and what you get is a new favorite batch of tunes for crushing the world’s injustuces with righteous anger and primitive, blunt weaponry.
