Unpitying proletarian punk liberated by rage and mutated by improv (as found- and-noted accident), reploughing old fields oblivious to the fact that they have long since been concreted over and sold to land banking developers. Words circle back with double force. Strong, affectless vocal. Chrome-y, hit-all-pedals guitar. All told, an apt and urgent thump elevated by the right kind of excitable pretension.