Description
If phonophobia can be defined as an overall fear of sound – what better band can you think of than crustcore titans Extreme Noise Terror to deliver such a fear as though kicking us down a shoot that leads to a lifetime sentence in Room 101. The album contains the band at their best, which sounds and feels like the worst thing you’ve ever encountered on earth: bolt-sputtering vocals on Pray To Be Saved and Self-Decay. Grim guitars groan as they gut the intestines from one’s malnourished belly for a final meal on Knee Deep in Shit and Moral Bondage. Rhythms that emerge from nowhere like fleets of demonic hailstone with drywall nails in place of the hail on Third World Genocide. Only a classic band like Extreme Noise Terror can have so much influence, yet by comparison of that influence, such little musical output can sound like being cracked apart and smashed together in equally, exhilaratingly evil measures.
