Pummeling curveball from Fucked Up channeling the world of hardcore that birthed them - despotic and horrendously sludgy riffs exploding in octaves lower than Hades, crashing against hellish bellowing, all while the rhythm section heaves at a pace that only Noothgrush, Crossed Out, Kiss It Goodbye, and Bloodlet would tread upon. Topped off with an absolutely despicable cover of Saint-Saens "The Aquarium," this is the mythologically psychedelic sludge record you never thought Fucked Up would make.
