Their noisy, toothsome rock frequently teeters over the edge of grindcore mania, or burrows into the lurching subterranean abysses of doom. Dog Years has less mongrel viciousness, but is a more cohesive and well-structured record, with more complex songs that evolve in subtler ways but with no less evil intentions. "Guest of Honour" undulates with eerie muscularity, the circling rhythms evoking a constrictor's ever-tightening coils. "Reach" has a slobbering, monstrous sludge quality to it, dripping raw and terrifying need. The record's heart, however, may be in its final track: "Life During Wartime" has an eerie, out-of-time quality, a haunting, faraway sense of regret coupled with frighteningly immediate danger.
The production on the record is also excellent; courtesy of Sean Pearson (Cursed), the sound is bloody raw with just enough of a stinging, acerbic edge to keep the listener wincing. Dog Years is an example of potential come to thunderous fruition. (Solar Flare)