Just when thought everything was right in the world, Doom drops by to piss on your parade. These crust masters haven't changed a lot since the '80s; they're still angry and in your face about it. Subtlety is not in the Doom lexicon. Witness their treatment of cell phone users on "Immobile Phoney": "Hope the urgency of your call, gives you a tumour the size of a golf ball." There are 11 songs of Discharge-influenced charcoal coloured hardcore clocking in at just over half an hour.
(Vinyl Japan)Doom
World Of Shit
BY Rob FerrazPublished Jun 1, 2001