Riffs that are spastic, heavy, hard and fast. Vocals that are poetic, poignant, and political despite being throaty and guttural. Fifty seconds songs comprised of blast beats and all kinds of guitar "wankery" alongside ambient twelve minutes epics that are perfect to get "lifted" to. Abstract cover art that's overtly cryptic, yet at the same time explicitly bad ass. Looking at all these factors there is really no reason for me not to be going ape shit over this EP by New Zealand's The Wrongmen. Wait a second, I already own both Cursed albums and far too many Converge records. I guess I have no reason to own this at all.
