Like a door opening to an alternate universe where Suburban Mutilation released the most influential hardcore LP of the '80s, and DOA were conveniently disappeared so the melody-come-velocity and Richard Nixon-esque gargle of Joey Shithead could be reimagined in the various voids of the twenty-teens as a tidy, new hardcore-punk LP by Chain Whip. Not fast enough to only be brutal, but not modest enough to be anything but pummelling.
