It's obnoxious, grossly glittery, isolating, streamlined as all hell, unstable and full of cynism. Just like the internet.
This is amazing.
Dying Fetus' trademark sound and technical groove with production so clean it loses most of its potential.
Every single Nails album is close to the most satisfactory earache of your life, and this record is what sold it for me to god-tier metallic violence.
Marvelous and emotional short songs that could've been amazing in their straightforward yet charming construction completely demolished by muddy and unstable production values. The remixed version in "1967 - Sunshine Tomorrow" repairs those errors and make it quite the stellar record from the Beach Boys.
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