It's always a cause for celebration when METZ puts out an album. Toronto's masters of pummeling, patent-leather-tough noise rock knock it out of the park with this album, which is mostly outtake and b-side material from their first three albums. Normally, I won't consider re-released material for my Top 10, but the freshness and urgency of this album compelled me to keep listening and listening. As is typical for METZ, they approach each song with the idea of crushing your tiny brain, tender ears and meager sense of self into soft, mushy soup. Each song is brutal, punishing, driving, droning noise rock, backed with the finest of gutteral screaming. You'd be tempted to call this a punk album, but it has more in common with a middle-finger wagging post punk band. It's literate and smart, and at the same time, utterly base and streetsmart.
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