The sound of a murder performed by one of those fast-chopping Japanese chefs inside a trash compactor filled with daisy cutter bombs. The guitars are hot edged swords, drums a blitzkrieg, bass an endless pummeling and vocals rusting wire scouring pads. There’s no picture of the lads playing this music in the CD, and that upsets me because how can I possibly know I like this band unless I can see their picture? There’s no way I’m going to get into a band filled with a bunch of ugly dudes. I simply can’t like their music if they’re not beautiful. I hope you don’t think that sounds shallow, but it’s just the way it is. What kind of girl wants her friends to know she listens to ugly men who play nasty blasting grindcore? We want hunks playing our short but sweet grinding hymns. Hunks!