SCALPLOCK

Thirty tracks. Yep, you read it right, there are thirty tracks on this album — and not a demo cut, weedy alternative mix or scratchy live track in sight. Harking back to a train of thought that denotes if you can't say what you need to in the space of one-and-a-half minutes or under, you're just over-stretching the mark, grindcore revisionists SCALPLOCK are a revelation in an extreme scene brimming with welterweight bands who manage to reduce the noble blast beat to a tiresome drone.

SCALPLOCK's agenda is a highly politicized one (pouring scorn over US-Israeli collusion in the oppression of Palestine, general imperialistic meddling and the like),and even if you don't necessarily agree with their blunt opinions, there can be no debate over whether or not politics and music go together when something like this renders you helpless as it melts your face off.

Oddly, a lilting Spanish guitar breezes forth on opener "Enclosed" — but this is the last semblance of musical restraint you will hear as Pete (guitar/vocals),Gorkus (bass) and Martin (drums) gnash, crash and batter their way through as if to tear your sound system a new asshole. It's hugely compelling stuff (especially considering the velocities Martin reaches for one so skinny) that is unafraid of bleeding over into the realms of sonic fuzz. That said, if you can't recognize the supreme riffs on "Two Feet Down With The World To Go", "Committed" or "Structure", then you really must tear your ears away from those nu death metal albums and discover this scathing white noise for a multi-colored world.