The final word on Floridian puke blasters Combat Wounded Veteran is filled to the brim with forty-two blasts of excruciating high-end post-INFEST blurr culled from their out-of-print singles, compilation intrusions, the splits with Orchid and Scrotum Grinder, and unreleased tape outrages. Out of control, mega frenzy art-damaged sorta-powerviolence riots with OTT screaming vox, a hyperspeed punk orgy run through a meatgrinder and pounded into your earhole with an icepick. Songs average around half a minute in length with inspirational titles like "Dead Parents, Yea!" and "My Foot, The Catheter". Crucial synapse blowing flourescent pink grind hysteria, fuck yeah. Slick thick booklet that unfolds like a goddamn Chinese puzzle chain w/ packaging adorned in gorgeous/nauseous Steak Mountain artwork.