The band mount an explosive and mind-boggling attack, deploying gut-rumbling bass, guitars that are recklessly roiling, savagely slashing, and brazenly blaring, grotesquely deranged proclamations from a monstrously ravenous throat, and absolutely insane, highly weaponized drumming that threatens to steal the whole show (and all the air from your lungs), with an immediacy of tone that sounds like you're being hammered from inside your skull. - No Clean Singing
