Doom

World Of Shit

BY Rob FerrazPublished Jun 1, 2001

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)

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