Making their intentions clear with the indescribably manic stomper which kicks off this 1987 album, proceeds to mash it up dumpster style with 19 minimal short players riddled with the best elements from , , and the band's own askew, Lower East Side world view. Immensely satisfying and generally disturbing, too, the band delivers a surprising range of moods in the midst of the monolithic beats, out-of-focus production, and pervasive snarl; the mix veers from -like heard on and the hard, slab of to a handful of and knockoffs. With spewing epileptic vocals all over the place, doing their guitar best (or worst), and hurling his mess of trashcan drumming into the mix, hits new heights of fuzz on this crucial, yet often overlooked, entry into the late-'80s, free-for-all. ~ Stephen Cook