A bruising slab of mosh metal that combines the hard hitting attack of early Suicidal Tendencies with a more urban, downbeat toughness. Heston's strained vocal delivery adds extra gravel to the baseball bat effect this record has on the bones - Anthrax on steroids ? Massive chugging assaults on opener 'Seeing...' followed by the Testament-like construction of the title cut, bolstered by McFinlay's raging guitar and those clattering Kaylor drums. 'Lunacy' doesn't set out to dazzle but as long as the kids are going mental in the pit and the sweat is flying then you know Virus have made a solid record.
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