Breaking away from the mutated blackened punk scuzz and necro-noise that I've been associating with Primal Vomit, Foul Intent's debut cassette channels the raw ferocity of 80�s crossover thrash, and does it much better than the legions of Anthrax clones that have sprung up over the past decade. Too many bands who try to capture that ripping punkmetal vibe have too much of a party attitude for my tastes, when what I really want to hear is some real violent shit, so Foul Intent's ragged ugliness is a welcome blast of fetid air. These Floridian rippers sound like they could have been signed to Combat Core back in '87, belting out seven songs of vicious old-school thrash that kicks off like some blistering fusion of Cro-Mags and early Celtic Frost on the opener "I Ain't Buying It", and just keep burning it down from there, each song bursting with speedy pounding drums and basic-but-bludgeoning chunky hardcore punk riffs, smattering of blast beats here, some skull-cracking D-beat there. Their singer has a great demented howl that vaguely reminds me of John Joseph from the Cro-Mags, but his delivery is a little more shredded around the edges. I also really dig the all-girl gang vocals and backing screams too, which add more frenzy to the thrash. All of the songs are short and cut right to the quick, dropping in to slam you over the head with about a minute or two of ugly, gasoline-fueled crossover metalpunk. This tape is pretty badass, and I look forward to hearing more from 'em.

Released in a limited edition of three hundred copies.