As much as I love listening to hour-long tracks of druggy amp-drone jams and records from blotter-chewing black metal freaks, it can get a little intense sometimes. And one thing that I've discovered in my years of listening to metal, noise, hardcore, psychedelia and other weird musics for hours on end is that are few better palette cleansers for yer eardrums than a meaty serving of riff-heavy, rip-roaring death n' roll. Or rock and roll-juiced death metal. Or death metal-infested rock, or however you want to put it. All I know is that when a band manages to stumble across that perfect connection between balls-out rock and crushing death metal, it's a beautiful thing. Lots of bands make the attempt, but few are as effective as Daymares, a Polish band that has combined the brutal boogie of late-90's Entombed with ironclad riffage a la High On Fire, Motorhead's buzzsaw blues swagger, and a healthy helping of crusty hardcore. Gritty, raw, and fucking catchy, Daymares are that post-nuke bar band at the biker pub out on the edges of the wasteland - snarling, crushing groove death that lodges itself in yer cranium, tracks like "Falling Down" and "Almost There" demanding fist-pumping singalongs no matter where the hell yer at. "I Shit You Not" and it's cowbell and godly riffage make for one of the catchiest tunes on the disc, and "Contact" injects some spacey Monster Magnetism into a churning deathcore beating that recalls the cult DC band Damnation A.D before closing with a wall of tribal toms a la Neurosis. Sure, it's nothing groundbreaking, but I love a killer death n' roll album and Can't Get Us All is a pretty monstrous debut from this band - can't wait to hear more from them. If you're into the stuff that bands like Cursed and Doomriders have been doing recently, too, you should check Daymares out. The case has some neat monochrome artwork that stands out from Selfmadegod's usual computer generated layouts, and it comes in a O-card style sleeve.