Seriously: fuck international borders. These Vancouver dudes sent us the sweetest demo EVER. Gnarly skronk-shred jams that morph into free shriekback post-jazz dead-zones (in a die-cut CDR sleeve jacket no less). This is like that, except better, and more epic. One disc of harsh shrapnel free-punk distortion-wave action songs, and one disc with just a single sprawling twenty minute clatter-creep shakedown. Perfect brainless/Brainiac feedback attacks for summertime. Painted-and-stamped discs in an oversized printed pamphlet with sick hands art and a photo-cornered insert. Edition of 99.