Pummeling political punk rock from Oakland. Corrosive female vocals over crusty monument-shaking hardcore, the opener Lurching doing just that, as it launches upwards and outwards from the squeaking and stumbling base and into this unrelenting bonebreaking ripper. Whether it stutters and chugs like One Last Shot or Brokered Lives, pierces like Birthright or just straight up unleashes like unholy fissure of Painted In The Corner, this is scorch-the-earth bitter disquiet, roaring with contempt for the world and its ills.
