Absolutely pulverizing grindcore as lethal as running a marathon in the open desert without any water. There are no tricks, no gimmicks, no pitch shift, no triggers, no psychic surgery, just grind. Do you grind? Because this fucking grinds. Did mention that it grinds. It does. It grinds. A pure record.
800 copies on black vinyl housed in a 24pt jacket with poster and download card included. Art by Xavier Irvine, Christoph Winkler and Vicky Morales. Recorded by Jason Fuller, Alex McFarlane and Xavier Irvine. Mastered by Mikey Young.