So stoked to see a full length from this Peruvian punk band, who I first noticed on the BRUTALES MATANZAS compilation also on the Cintas Pepe label. The first track reminds me of my favorite song by SORELLA MALDESTRA with the robotic effect filtered vocals at the beginning. This the sound of really early punk with some slightly fuzzed out basic guitar leads and mid tempo drumming and a bass that follows the drums building a solid rhythm section. The songs are reminiscent of a lot of REVOLUCION X, specifically in the vocals and in the sentiment of “I’m Making My Future With the Border Patrol,” but not in speed or the “tuca-tuca” drums of the aforementioned band. This band argues that good punk is really good rock’n’roll, and any track on here could be on the Solo Para Punks comp from Mexico on Cobra discos — I mean in quality, sound, lyrics, song structure… In other words, this sounds like old punk, more informed by los SAICOS than LEUSEMIA as far as Peruvian comparisons, yet still very original. The lyrics are snotty, pissed and political, in a funny “fuck you” and rudimentary way. MORBO is obnoxious and fresh while still being able to harness the spirit of creativity, regardless of skill, that old punk is so amazing for. So fucking good, pretty crazy, and totally fucking punk. Primordial punk… If you don’t get it, you are a chump. (Cintas Pepe)

I feel like no matter what I say about this record everybody is gonna argue with me so I will preemptively say, fuck you, this is punk, live the chaos. Now the review…this is frighteningly good. Before I list the pedigree of the members involved I will say straight up, this is the summit of the Mount Olympus of this genre of music, it will be a very long time before this is topped—hype be damned. While I am tolerant and appreciative of other people’s tastes, if you don’t hear how awesome this is then you are a moron and I will cut you. Someone told me that this sounds like “IRON LUNG with the dude from NO COMMENT singing over it. That’s it.” I call bullshit and I will beat that dude up when I see him next. This is a culmination of years…no, decades…no… the primordial rage that has fueled powerviolence, grind, thrash, hardcore ooze that every band has ever wanted to capture: paranoia, sadness, rage, confusion, claustrophobia, fear, and heaviness lie within these tracks. These songs are unmatched and truly soul shattering. The grind parts are razor fucking sharp, while the sludgy parts make my heart ache, the bass delivers a hell of a beating, the guitars are menacing and the drums, where do I start. My descriptions are inadequate. This shit is ridiculous. The vocal are almost unbearable with anguish and anger with some really crushing lyrics. It’s the feeling of watching something terrible happen or witnessing some sort of disfigurement, including my own. When he screams, “You never cared,” I believe him, yo. There is no dominance of any one component in this recording. Every instrument, including the vox is equally powerful with out the competition of any one with the other. This is one solid, sonic wall of destruction recorded perfectly. I recommend it to anyone who is into powerviolence, or heavy music of any kind, but I take no responsibility for what it does to you. I have to say that the album artwork is amazing. It’s all the lyrics sliced, flipped and rearranged, which is exactly what the sounds within will do to you. Oh yeah, members of IRON LUNG, SOLUTIONS, WALLS, PIG HEART TRANSPLANT and NO COMMENT. Don’t read blogs, don’t listen to your friends, don’t even listen to me, just get this and see what happens, I dare you. This is the sound of nightmares. I have heard some killer records this year, but this is number one. (Iron Lung Records)

The Bay Area’s ANS has been gracing us with their brand of ’80s skate thrash crossover for years now, but these tracks venture into DEATH territory while still keeping the rad thrash vocals. The dude who sings for ANS has a perfect voice and delivery for this type of music: solid, more spoken than screechy metal growls. The last track goes into full on head bangin’ jam sesh with a messy sonic flangy meltdown. Fucking sweet. The lyrics are dark, even the ones about skating and growing up. There are lessons these guys are learning as they get older and lessons they are teaching, namely how to play skate thrash in a fresh, yet recognizable and traditional way. Props to their props to the late Bruce Roehrs with the song “Roehrs’ War.” Now the flipside… I have been a fan of Boston’s RAMMING SPEED since I saw them in a basement in Chicago. I wandered into a scene of sweaty, shirtless, denim-vested dudes wearing obscenely short jean shorts, “This song is about hanging out with your friends, havin’ a good time and eatin’ pizza. It’s called ‘Pizza Party!’” Then the first note struck. I don’t know if people take this band seriously with songs about pizza, but you should—these guys can fucking play. This band is dynamic to say the least. Delivering thrash metal with punk undertones, occasional blast beats, and definite D-beat moments with HC splattered all over this shit, there is not a boring moment. The vocals are harsh, scratchy and rage with a definite HC influence. The production on this is indeed pretty polished, but c’mon, this isn’t black metal, it’s fucking thrash. Get into it. This is a great split—two rad bands that play punk tinged thrash metal that know how to be serious, but don’t take themselves too seriously. Fucking awesome. (Tank Crimes)