Noisy! Trashy! Exuberant! This is one fun fucking record. The first song starts like it was made by a bunch of torn-shirt-wearing gob-spitters in London in 1977 and finishes like Jane's Addiction. In between there's so much distorted screaming and guitars and shit-hot drumming I wanna pee myself. I'd almost recovered in the half-second silence when song number two exploded through my speakers and I was blasted by some sort of Cows/Scratch Acid-ish trummeling. Pummeling. I can't understand much of what this guy is singing. I mean screaming. The lyrics are printed in the booklet, but I'm too lazy to read them. Oh god, they switch tempos and time signatures so often I'm gonna convulse. Probably not for the epilectic. Even when it slows down that guy is screaming terrible things and the drums and guitars are menacing. There's only four songs here, but they add up to almost twenty-five minutes of pants-wetting, amphetamine-powered, bruising noisefeast so if that's your thing, and god knows it should be, then avail yourself of the menu on offer at Cafeteria Brutalia.