Fuck, this thing is in and out in three minutes flat! I'm like a junkie shaking when the needle lifts, these two jams kill it with a blazing fast-paced hardcore punk attack that stinks of mid-80's Black Flag and some stranger, wonkier influences floating around in there - I need to hear more of this ASAP...guitars are all bent and angular, but the riffs are punishing, definite Ginn influence there but with more emphasis on jaw-cracking power...the singer has an impressive yowl that still allows me to generally get the gist of what he's going on about. Turns out these cats are from Pittsburgh, have a couple of other releases out (which I will be tracking down, pronto), and features members of a band called Warzone Womyn that were kicking it around P-burgh a couple of years ago with bands like Crucial Unit, though I never got a chance to see 'em/hear 'em. Bottom line - this is supremely wonked and ugly-ass feedback-smeared ripper thrash that rubs the same tumurous gland that recent offerings from Total Abuse and Double Negative stroked so well, but with some nods to that head-trauma ugliness of Pissed Jeans... uber recommended. This came out on the label run by the guys in Iron Lung, and comes in a simple white record sleeve with the Brain Handle logo printed in one corner. Limited to 500 copies.