Title: The album cover sums it up.
Review: This record is like an out of control train, demolishing everything in it's path. The poor fellow on the front cover probably was listening to a pre-release tape before a train ran over his head. This record doesn't have the crushing dropped-d assault found on later Unsane records, but the crunch is traded in for a sense of what-the-hell reckless abandon. Listen to the wailing guitars on "Organ Donor" and the pounding drums on "Vandal-X" and you'll know what I'm talking about. The only missteps are a couple songs like the tedious "AZA 200" and the out of place "Action Man." This isn't the Unsane of today, but the foundation's there. Listen and watch it grow. By the way, if you look hard enough, you might find a version of this album called "Unsane for Tennis" with an even more offensive cover. You have been warned.
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