I’m physically exhaling with relief, as a pseudo-intellectual, pretentious dude (aka, every metalhead, ever). Taking a break from endless pontification and metaphor-heavy meandering BS, I’m smacked upside the jaw by some stress-tested, tried-and-true metallic hardcore in the classic late-90’s/early-aughts vein by New Zealand’s Standover and latest bruiser ‘…when a clenched fist is no longer an option’. I’m all for musically being smacked upside the head with good ‘core. Let’s go.