Lack of Interest 2.0 aka To The Point surge along that Chris Dodge Midas touch (Spazz, Despise You and Low Threat Profile to name but a few) and bankrupt the value of powerviolence gold by offering what has to be the most laconic yet steadfast powerviolence vintage to date. Success In Failure the second installment to the bands rip-roaring plunder of one sided 7"s is a good arms reach better than the first, not for better songwriting to which they are en par, but the frictionless dynamic between tracks and passages escalates quickly into one of the most big souled and inviting musical muck-a-rounds out there. In a one part booze to another part youthful ambition with no comprehension of self-restraint, they go head-charging in to some of the most gratifying and frisky bpm abuse out there.
Hitting the ground running with what now is the greatest powerviolence sing along and tribute to ye olde faithful, Alcohol, opening track No Friend of Bill W, sets a cast iron bond between listener and music, yanking you into their fast paced world of adrenaline and back alley venues. This scamper is then followed by a duo of scene lecturing, In It For Life bashes all those scuttling rats to whom hardcore was just a phase they exploited for image and following track Free Ride vents against all those leeches who harass bands for free stuff on some perverse moral illusion that the bands owe you shit. Both rip forth in a great detonation of energy grooving in a strapping character as they glide those mushroom clouds of decibels, ending on a funky twirl before jumping back in with the regime of mosh to the sounds of Socially Inept Network. Following track Infected doesn't stray from the game plan, but offers a solid stomp around no less, but its chaser Decisions I Immediately Regret maddens itself into a state of bitter hostilities and sees those caveman howls reach climactic zeniths in their true environment. J Randellesque end note Faces of Meth see the band ending on a high note and you turning the needle back for another listen, a process which repeats itself at least a dozen times.
The Achilles heel to this release is flagrantly its lack of length, something the band need not address alone, there is no shortage of bands and virgin material out there that could of filled the other half, sure only a handful of bands could offer something on a similar level quality wise, and perhaps fewer still offer something that plays around in the same general scope of activity, but as they say the more the merrier. However quality always trumps quantity, and the quality on offer here is legendary, completely worthy of its Slap a Ham patrimony.