And they're off! There's no stopping them as it's heads down, foot to the floor
acceleration all the way to the final crushing power chord.
Shouty vocals, chanting backing and a guitar sound that could be used by the military
for front line combat. This is full throttle punk at its
"what-the-f**k-you-looking-at?!!!" best. They do go acoustic for the briefest of
breaks about half way through, but that's only to remind us how full on the rest of the
song is.
The worst possible prescription for a nervous disposition.
James Berry.
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