Tired of buying hardcore records that just sound like rewarmed LA punk? Then this one's for you. Eight legit blazers on this EP from a young band of roughs who may have some actual deportation problems amongst their personnel. Super hot and loud recording done via the steady hand of Mr. Ski Mask with one of the most blazing Ginn-like guitar tones of recent memory. Brown Sugar maneuever through their repetoire with surprising finesse, taking some time out for a non-meatheaded breakdown or three and tossing off licks so hot you could cook eggs on this kid's pickups. A startlingly refreshing synthesis of early Flag, the manliest moments of DC 'core and the best parts of Nine Shocks-ish Clevo-tardation. Americans playing American hardcore, no Jap/Finnish/d-beat/etc. influence here, just red, white and blue ragers. Barked by a kid who wasn't even born in the States, axework via a juvie who can barley buy his Camels legally, bass burl from a dude who made his distortion pedal from spare tank parts and heavy-hitting drumwork sewing things up tight. Most Creepy Crawlable record in ages from these Rookie of the Year candidates. Recommended for dudes who aren't pussies. (RK)

Review from Terminal Boredom

Scum Stats: 100 Units, Test Press; 200 Units, Black Vinyl; 100 Units, Lavender Vinyl