C.h.e.w.
Feeding Frenzyy
Feeding Frenzy is the real deal. No, wait, let me start over: C.H.E.W. are the realest of deals. Their debut LP starts with a flurry of drums and goes straight into the kinda agro-heavy, no-bullshit, straight-to-the-point hardcore that gets the adrenaline flowing so fast you can practically see it burst out of your chest and march on over to the front of the show to get a circle pit going. Most punk packs a punch; this simply pulverises, in the best possible way. Four anarcho kids with righteous ideals, C.H.E.W. are here to make you sit up and take notice. Well, what else can you do when the blitzkrieg rains forth on you as powerfully and scintillatingly as this? Once its started, the album barely lets up for a second. Even when they slow down for a spacious creepy-crawl just before the midway point, you can feel the tension ratcheting up another notch or 12, just to keep you anticipating the rush of hi-velocity chaos thats surely about to hit home (and surely does).