Intrigued by the name of this band, I prepared myself for an outpouring of emotion that would make me turn green and start crushing things. Oh, how I was wrong. No doubt fuelled by passion and anger, the production makes it sound like the first jam session of an angsty group of 15-year-olds – less ‘back to their roots’ than ‘sounds too amateur’. Completely lacking in distinctive sonic qualities, the whole release sounds as if it’s stuck in some awkward middle ground between indie and punk. The riffs are discordant, making for an uncomfortable listen. This album is to the ears what Matt Preston is to a sandwich – relentless and punishing.
Inertia
1/5
Reviewer: Thomas Peasley